Scars On This Guitar

Another Friday night, I'm somewhere A little drunk and worn out from the show It's a hallway to a hotel room The truck's already rolling down the road I find the lights, take off my coat I see her there just lying on the bed She's seen me through my yesterdays God knows tonight I'm needing her again She's the place I go when there's nowhere left to run to She's the one I hold when there's no one to hold on to She's been with me late at night When I was drowning in the dark She heard my every word when I was pouring out my heart So I thank my lucky stars For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar She's given me her best when I am at my worst When I can't find the pieces Fingers scratching in the dirt And she offers no forgiveness 'cause she likes to make it hurt She's the place I go when there's nowhere left to run to She's the one I hold when there's no one to hold on to She's been with me late at night When I was drowning in the dark And she heard my every word when I was pouring out my heart So I thank my lucky stars For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar Morning like a freight train Last night still ringing in my head Before today becomes tomorrow Tonight I know I'll do it all again She's the place I go when there's nowhere left to run to She's the one I hold when there's no one to hold on to And she's been with me late at night When I was drowning in the dark And she heard my every word when I was pouring out my heart So I thank my lucky stars For every crack and scratch and scar on this guitar And so I thank my lucky stars For every crack, scratch, and scar on this guitar