Lyrics to Live By: Part 1

The Zach Bryan Edition

For me, self-reflection comes with a soundtrack. And, while some simply look for that catchy melody in the background, it’s the art of poetry that speaks to my soul and gives me a sense of commonality with the songwriters of the world.

When there’s something happening in my life and I hear lyrics that are seemingly written just for me in this very moment, I latch on. If it’s a song I haven’t heard before, you can bet that it will be committed to memory within the hour and I’ll be belting it word-for-word for at least the next 10 days.

When friends come to me with problems, I often respond with a Spotify link to a relevant song, oblivious that not everyone searches for insight in the lyrics coming through their speakers as I do.

So, in the spirit of that personality defect of mine, I will begin sharing some selected excerpts from songs that (in my opinion) everyone should have in their repertoire.

Today, we begin with a dedication to Zach Bryan. If you haven’t stumbled across this guy yet, you must have been living under a rock for the last year because he’s managed to blow up from relatively unknown YouTube creator to selling out Red Rocks in a matter of seconds. In fact, if you haven’t gone down the YouTube rabbit hole, I highly suggest it as a late night activity. You won’t be sorry. I’m particularly partial to the “Belting Bronco” series. You’re welcome in advance.


I will give some worn down excuse

‘Bout my misguided judgements of substance abuse,

I know that you’ll stay out of pure sympathy,

There ain’t no use in lovin’ a let down like me.

I’ll let you down darlin’, down babe,

Just like I did before,

You’ll just keep on slammin’ closed hollow unlocked doors.

Zach Bryan: Let You Down


I remember being younger and my mother told me true,

Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you,

Take heed when things get hard, and don’t you ever turn around,

You’ll find someone, someday, somewhere that grows you to the clouds.

Zach Bryan: Sun To Me


We get dressed up just to go downtown,

In some ego filled, late night crowd,

It seems to be where I feel the most alone.

I’d like to get lost on some old back road,

Find a shade tree and a honey hole,

And talk to my grandpa again.

I see God in everything, trees and pain and nights in spring,

So why do I still long for a home.

I’d like to lay in a field on a cozy blanket,

And feel the fear of never waking,

To know the true warmth of the sun.

Zach Bryan: Burn, Burn, Burn

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