Scars On This Guitar - Live From The London Palladium

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