Strings

(ooh) Late drive with the window cracked,

cold on my cheek Same six strings talking low when the whole

town sleeps I got weight in my chest but the tone stays

clean Every mile feels heavy,

every bar cuts deep That guitar in the dark keeps calling again

Low end in my chest,

let it pull me in If the night wants a piece,

let it take what it can I'm still here,

ten toes, with the fire in hand

Same road, new marks,

I can read what they mean Old friends fade out when the

air gets thin I don't talk too much,

let the strings speak plain Turn hurt into tone,

let it fall in the frame Hold on,

I can hear it breathe

One more night, don't let go of me

That guitar in the dark keeps calling again Low end in my

chest, let it pull me in If the night wants a piece,

let it take what it can I'm still here,

ten toes, with the fire in hand (ooh)

Still

calling again