Lyrics The Wayside - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown

The Wayside

Swing, swing
Swing by a thread
Why do the things that I love
Always leave me for dead
Everytime I get knocked down
Face to the floor
From rolling my dice
Playing tug of war
Don’t let me fall
(don't let me, don’t let me)
No, don’t let me fall by the wayside
Creep, creep
Through the dead of the night
The hardest of times bring
The strangest delight
You got to burn baby burn when the
Grass is dry
If I go down in flames call it
The fourth of July
Don’t let me fall
(don't let me, don’t let me)
No, don’t let me fall by the wayside
Ring, ring
It rings in my head
That one little voice
I’d pay to forget
Oh yeah it moves like venom
Running cold in my veins
I rather sleep by myself
And die from the pain
Don’t let me fall
(don't let me, don’t let me)
No, don’t let me fall by the wayside