Mtirala Bridge, Ajara, Georgia On a bridge to Nowhere To see No One, Who could be Any one, Who has traveled, Happy and safe, Everywhere and somewhere. Music leads him From far to near, across the bridge to Nowhere. The sky is full of light Sparkling and clear. The air is full of love, Plenty and dear. There, they sing and dance and play, Making up lines as they Have plenty to say. Past the bridge that Leads to Nowhere, They live to the rhythm Of bass, cymbals, and drums And maybe A horn or flute or two. Feet stamp, hands clap And hips sway To the beat Of the drum. Who laughs, What sings And Baby laughs with joy. How do you do? Welcome to Nowhere.