Burn - Chris Young

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 hits like a fist, hits 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