It's Lonely At The Top (Or So I've Heard)

- Burden Of A Day

The chips are down

And we are drowning in the flood

It's such a cruel mistress

A bitter taste tonight

Amidst the rising tide of good tries

The goodbyes make the ride home

On the wrong road

Seem oh so trite

The seatbelt is keeping me trapped

The art form of not holding back

The seatbelt is keeping me trapped

The art form of not holding back

It's arduous this glamorous life

It's arduous don't stop now

This is not a cautionary tale

Thirty minutes will burn faster than incinderary bomb's

In standing here we learn to fall

In thirty minutes we believe

We're gonna chase this falling star

Thank you for coming here tonight

I see the wonder in your eyes

Don't let me steer you wrong

Don't let me steer you wrong

I wrote this down to tear you up

I see the wonder in your eyes

Don't let me steer you wrong

Don't let me steer you wrong

I wrote this down to tear you up

I wrote this down to tear you up

I wrote this down to tear you up

I wrote this down to tear you up

This is our labor this is our labor of love of you love of you

This is our labor this is our labor of love of you love of you

This is our labor this is our labor of love of you love of you

This is our labor this is our labor of love of you love of me

I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out

I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out

I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out

I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out