Brett Fromson Burnin' Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There he is
Seventeen
He's got it goin', yeah, he's got it goin'
He's got a lady, he's got an automobile

[Verse 2]
He's on the way to a better place
He's in the money, yeah, he's in the money
He's got a plane ticket and the American dream

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Ticket stubs and posters sticking to the wall
A brand new guitar that he got last fall
And a mirror on the door that's a window to the Hollywood Bowl

[Chorus]
And he's burnin'
Burnin' like he's on the radio

[Verse 3]
Little brother, little sister He's gonna miss 'em, yeah, he's gonna miss 'em
But hold on, this ain't the hour for the final goodbye

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now it's just pedal to the metal
Balls to the wall
Muscle out a lyric when the muses call
And he'll be damned if he didn't write the next great American song

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Every single day since he was seven years old
Closed his eyes, sang into the door
And it's the same old goosebumps hittin' with the final note

[Chorus] x2

Burnin' like he's on the radio....