The Wayside - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown

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