Burning Bridges

One, two…
one, two, three…

Sayonara, adiós, auf wiedersehen, farewell
Adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Here’s a last song you can sell.
Let’s call it “Burning Bridges”
It’s a sing-along as well
Ciao, adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Play it for your friends in hell.

Someone shut the lights off, turn the page.
The stories I could write.
I’ve seen a million faces and I’ve lived a couple lives.
Here’s our history for all to see
The smiles and all the scars
First the rising, then the falling
Call this chapter “Shooting Stars”
(Must sound good from where you are!)

Sayonara, adiós, auf wiedersehen, farewell
Adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Here’s one last song you can sell.
Let’s call it “Burning Bridges”
It’s a sing-along as well
Ciao, adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Play it for your friends in hell.

Ah, check the box, yeah, mark this day.
There’s nothing more to say.
After 30 years of loyalty, they let you dig a grave.
Now, maybe you could learn to sing
Or even strum along.
But I’ll give you half the publishing
You’re why I wrote this song
(Everybody, sing along!)

Sayonara, adiós, auf wiedersehen, farewell
Adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Here’s one last song you can sell.
Let’s call it “Burning Bridges”
It’s a sing-along as well
Hope my money and my masters
Buy a front row seat in hell.

Ciao, adieu, goodnight, guten abend
Play it for your friends in St.Tropez