© 2023
Words & Music by Bren Tully Walsh & Lisa Lefebvre
Hear your train a comin’
Ain’t it just your fate
Trying to catch the wagon like a bandit on the chase
Saddlin’ up the dragon
Every time the good times roll
Spare the testimony
Give it to em’ straight
Not much to defend
Nothin’ to regret
Mighta been the mission, filling you up with dread
But on the bright side, you ain’t dead yet
Right foot on the pedal left one in the grave
Mustache on the pavement
Another rumble shave
Mighta been the partin of the clouds
In a twistin handlebar daze
Cost of being phoney
Weighing down your freight
Pass another highball, runnin’ at full eight
Past the point of breaking, for the crossbuck up ahead
But on the bright side you ain’t dead yet dead
On the bright side, you made it through the high tide
Though you were in well over your head
When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell
Ain’t life what you live to tell
Hurry down the highway
Gonna make the front page
Slow lane’s no redemption
At the rate that jesus saves
But ain’t no god in heaven
Could keep you on the rails this long
When it comin
No need to bow and pray
Could be just your number
Any kinda day
It’s a shameful kindof joy, when it’s someone else instead
But on the bright side you ain’t dead yet
On the bright side, you made it through the high tide
Though you were in well over your head
When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell
Ain’t life what you live to tell
On the bright side, you made it through the high tide
Though you were in well over your head
When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell
Ain’t life what you live to tell