Can the strings of this beaten up guitar still make beautiful music?
Will my heart wither away over time, or will I still want to do this?
Can a man take some space and still come back to the woman he loves?
Or will I spend my time, wasted, chasing, but never getting caught up?

Can the winds still move this ship along the seas?
Will you waste my time with this love, just to find someone better than me?
Yes, this body of mine is covered in scars
and they...