Today I'm feelin'
Just like a worn out guitar
My strings have been strummed too much
And stretched way too far
Maybe I'll change them
Oh, maybe I will
Sometimes I want to break
So I can change up my fill
And I can't help but notice
The cracks along the wood
People say to get them fixed but
They're there for good
Today I'm feelin'
Just like a worn out guitar
My strings have been strummed too much
And stretched way too far
Runnin' high
Runnin' into the street
And when I'm runnin' so low
I get back up on my feet
Flyin' high
Flyin' into the sky
And when I'm feelin' so low
I get back up on my feet
Today I'll put away
My old worn out guitar
It served me well for years
With its beautiful scars
But times are changin'
And so am I
I'll play some new songs
With this new way of life
And I can't help but notice
Oh, how good I feel
I'm always tuned to the key that
Just don't feel real
Runnin' high
Runnin' into the street
And when I'm runnin' so low
I get back up on my feet
Flyin' high
Flyin' into the sky
And when I'm feelin' so low
I get back up on my feet
Runnin' high
Runnin' into the street
And when I'm runnin' low
I get back up on my feet
Today I'll put away (runnin' into the street)
My old worn out guitar (and when I'm runnin' low)
It served me well for years
With its beautiful scars (I get back up on my feet)
Today I'll put away (I get back up on my feet)
My old worn out guitar (and when I'm runnin' low)
It served me well for years (I get back up on my feet)