Standing on Bridges

I've got a friend who said to me
     one night sometime near dawn,
"I used to like some people here,
     but most of them have gone.
They've packed their bags and left this place
While I just linger on
          and so
          I wonder
          how much longer
They'll pretend to maintain bonds."

I answered him right quick and said,
     "My friend, that's all they got--
A couple fake connections and
     some distant place to rot."
"That's right, I guess," he said and turned
     away, no longer talked
          until
          he told me
          how much changing
Times had left him feeling lost.

He said, "We're left behind
They've moved ahead
And I'm just learning now--
If you're content to stand on bridges,
     growing up means burning down."

He turned his head one side
          and said
     to me and wore a frown,
     "If you're content to stand on bridges,
          growing up is burning down."

So let's pack our bags,
We'll fill this tank and leave this fucking town.
Not content with destroyed bridges,
          we might tear it to the ground.