Back From the Brink


Chains rattle, thunder low… back from the brink, here we go.

I was down in the dirt, blood on my face,
Laid out cold in a nowhere place.
Whispers said I wouldn’t ride no more,
But the wind called louder than death’s own door.

I saw the end in a twisted light,
But I fought like hell through that endless night.

Back from the brink, leather torn and eyes wide,
Steel in my veins and the devil in my stride.
I’ve kissed the ground, I’ve tasted pain,
But here I am, ridin’ through the rain.
Back from the brink, I’ve got no chain to link—
I’m free again, yeah, back from the brink.

They said my soul was a lost crusade,
Too many miles, too many dues paid.
But I don’t fold and I don’t break,
I’m a wolf with scars you’ll never fake.

A hundred wrecks couldn’t steal my name,
Now I ride with fire runnin' through my frame.

Back from the brink, where angels fear to go,
I lit that fuse and I watched it blow.
Still got oil on my boots and pride,
Still got love for the long black ride.
Back from the brink, ain’t no time to shrink—
Gas it up, baby, back from the brink.

Every fall is a step I take,
Every scar’s just proof I wake.
Can’t kill a man born to ride,
I’ve been to hell and I came back alive.

Back from the brink, and the night’s still long,
But I’m riding hard with my will made strong.
No regrets, no fear, no sink—
You can't drown a soul that’s back from the brink.

Back from the brink… throttle sings…
I'm the ghost that the reaper couldn’t bring.

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Writer: HL Shields/Songsmith