Chris Young - Burn lyrics
[Chris Young - Burn lyrics]
You take a wrong turn, drop
A ball, fall short, you labor in vain
You choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in
Fall flat on your face
Yeah that's everyday life but sometimes
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You go wild in style, chest out chin up
You're king for a day
And then reality hit's like a
Fist, hit's you hard
Steels your thunder away
And when it beats you down
The wheel spins around
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You burn like a beacon
Burn like a porch light
Burn like a blue star burn like a bon fire
Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame
Burn like a match in a deep dark cave
Like a midnight mile-high blaze
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
Yeah you burn
Like a porch light like a blue fire
A ball, fall short, you labor in vain
You choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in
Fall flat on your face
Yeah that's everyday life but sometimes
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You go wild in style, chest out chin up
You're king for a day
And then reality hit's like a
Fist, hit's you hard
Steels your thunder away
And when it beats you down
The wheel spins around
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You burn like a beacon
Burn like a porch light
Burn like a blue star burn like a bon fire
Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame
Burn like a match in a deep dark cave
Like a midnight mile-high blaze
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in
The dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
Yeah you burn
Like a porch light like a blue fire