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One boot on. Setlist stuck to his face. Voice like sandpaper. A text from his girl that says "legend" with a heart he doesn't deserve yet. The morning after the show is a wreck — but it's the good kind. The kind you walk away from with a grin. He'll put himself back together by the time the lights come on, because the wreck is worth the song. Somebody find his other boot. He's got a show tonight.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Spoken] Tour bus smells like a mistake. But I'd make it again. [Verse 1] I woke up on the bus, with one boot on. Voice like sandpaper, left ear gone. There's a setlist stuck to my face, with last night's sweat. And a text from my girl with a heart, I don't deserve yet. The driver says we're somewhere east of Reno, I know it's gonna be a long day, with three more to go. [Chorus] I'm a wreck, but I'm the good kind. The kind you walk away from with a grin. I left my voice out on that stage last night, And I can't wait to lose it all again. Worth the wreck, worth the ringing in my ears. Worth the bruise on my knee, from the monitor I didn't clear. I'll put myself back together, by the time the lights come on. I'm worth the wreck, And the wreck is worth the song. [Verse 2] My hands are shaking, but they're shaking from the rush. Not too much. There's a bruise I can't explain, and a voice note on my phone, Of me singing something beautiful, I'll never reproduce again. [Chorus] I'm a wreck, but I'm the good kind. The kind you walk away from with a grin. I left my voice out on that stage last night, And I can't wait to lose it all again. Worth the wreck, worth the ringing in my ears. Worth the bruise on my knee, from the monitor I didn't quite clear. I'll put myself back together, by the time the lights come on. I'm worth the wreck, And the wreck is worth the song. [Bridge] My girl calls at noon, and asks "how you feeling, rockstar?" I say, "like I got hit by my own guitar!" She laughs and says "you love it." And I do, [SPOKEN] God, I do! [SINGING] Every muscle screaming, is a muscle that I pushed through. I wouldn't trade this broken voice, for anything that's safe. I'd rather be a wreck who lived, than be perfect in a cage. [Chorus] I'm a wreck, but I'm the good kind. The kind you laugh about, when you survive. I left my voice out on that stage last night. And I can't wait to lose it all again. Worth the wreck, worth every mile on this machine. Worth the worst night's sleep, I've ever had on I-17. I'll put myself back together, by the time the lights come on. I'm worth the wreck. And the wreck is worth the song. [Outro] Worth the wreck. And the wreck is worth the song. [Spoken] Somebody find my other boot. I've got a show tonight!