Here.
Burn, Burn, Burn.
by Zach Bryan
Everyone seems a damn genius lately
Tik-Tok talking, late-night TV
Still so much I have yet to know
We get dressed up just to go downtown
In some ego-filled late night crowd
It seems to be where I feel most alone
Find a shade tree and a honey hole
And talk to my grandpa again
And I see God in everything
The trees and pain and nights in the spring
So why do I still long for a home?
I'd like to get lost on some old back road
I'd like to lay in a field on a cozy blanket
And feel the fear of never wakin'
To know the true warmth of thе sun
I wanna be a child climbing trees somewhere
Breathing in the fresh outside air
And before I knew this life was unkind
I know I'm bound to die one day
So when I reach those golden gates
I pray to say I did the best I can
Sit with my mother and the dearly departed
Send a prayer down to the broken-hearted
Let 'em know it all turns out just fine
