Burn - Chris Young
Written by：Lee Thomas Miller/Danny Wells
You take a wrong turn
Drop a ball fall short
You labor in vain
Yeah 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 bonfire
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
You burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
