Don’t Burn the Bridge Don McLean

I am a man who traveled everywhere
Holding mirages made of hair
Mansions of silver, women of gold
Well, all I had was the tale I told

I've been a wanderer, I can let go
But you would do better to stay
Don't burn the bridge that brought you over
Or you'll be traveling all your days

I had no family, I had no real friends
I had a lover who more then just pretends
She played a mind game, I played it too
When you're in love, those are the things you do

I've been a loser, I've won the game
I've had power, fortune, and fame
Don't burn the bridge that brought you over
For you're a poor man, just the same

Poor man, poor man
Yes, I'll admit I've burned my bridges one and all
That I have turned my back on some who tried to see me fall
And then you came and built a bridge
Where once there was a wall in my life