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An uptempo heartland-rock road song from the drive west with the dog in the back seat. This is about the bright version Dixon sends to everyone he loves, kept light on purpose so nobody has to carry his weight. The loud, free companion to Montana Sky's quiet, true one: two kinds of fine, one bright and one real. The one thing in it that isn't edited is wish you were here.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bought a postcard, wrote it on the wheel Everything true was too big, too much to make you feel So I wrote about the weather, wrote a joke about the miles Folded up the heavy stuff and mailed you a smile [Chorus] So I send you the bright stuff Sun's out, I'm doing fine I'll keep the heavy things beside me You don't have to carry mine [Verse 2] When they ask me how I'm holding up, I give 'em the good news Tell 'em about the mountains, leave out the empty rooms What they want is to hear I'm fine, so fine is what I send The rest of it rides shotgun, and I just hold it all in [Chorus] So I send you the bright stuff Sun's out, I'm doing fine I'll keep the heavy things beside me You don't have to carry mine [Bridge] Maybe it's a lie, but love allows a few The kind that only costs me Somebody's got to carry the heavy things Let it be me You keep the bright It'll keep you feelin' free [Final Chorus] So I send you the bright stuff Sun's out, I'm doing fine I'll keep the heavy things beside me You don't have to carry mine [Outro] Wish you were here Is the part that's true Don't go looking further You don't need to