Broken Strings and Second Chances

There's a man down by the river with his guitar and his pain,

Singing songs about redemption in the cold November rain,

He's got scars upon his knuckles and fire in his eyes,

Been walking through the darkness underneath these starless skies.

Chorus: He's a highway prophet preaching to the lost,

Every mile he's traveled came with quite a cost,

But he keeps on singing through the hurt and strife,

'Cause music is the only thing that saved his life.

Used to run with devils down in old Tennessee,

Whiskey was his woman and trouble followed free,

Till he found salvation in a six-string and a song,

Now he's trying to help others find where they belong.

Chorus

I met him at a truck stop somewhere outside of town,

He played three chords of heartbreak that brought my spirit down,

Said "Son, don't waste your good years chasing fool's gold dreams,

The things that matter most ain't always what they seem."

Now the seasons keep on changing but he stays there by that bridge,

Playing for the broken-hearted living on life's edge,

His weathered hands keep strumming as the years roll slowly by,

Teaching folks that sometimes you must fall before you fly.

Bridge: Some say he's just a drifter with nowhere left to go,

But I've seen him heal the broken with the only thing he knows,

Truth wrapped up in melody can cut right to the bone,

Sometimes the loneliest wanderer can guide you safely home.

Chorus

Every song he's singing honors what it cost,

Keep on listening closely through your hurt and strife,

Music just might be the thing that saves your life.

Yeah, it might just save your life.