

(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