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. 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. 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. 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. And so I thank my lucky stars. For every crack scratch and scar on this guitar