I'm a twenty gauge shotgun with both barrels blazing

I'm a hundred miles an hour 'round the curve without braking

I'm a herd of wild horses through her bed of daisies

And she'll plant 'em all back again

I think I'm John Wayne when I get to drinking

I'm the first one to jump on the boat while it's sinking

But I ain't half as tough as what I'd have you thinking

If you really knew her, you'd know I'm the weak one

'Cause she's like a lighthouse

standing in the path of a mad hurricane

And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain

And when I'm at the end of my rope

And I don't know if I can hold on

She's stronger

She makes the weight of the world feel as light as a feather

She's the needle and thread patching me back together

God knows I ain't perfect, but she's making me better

If I'd never met her, I'd hate to think where I'd be

'Cause she's like a lighthouse

standing in the path of a mad hurricane

And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain

Well, and when I'm at the end of my rope

and I don't know if I can hold on

She's stronger

She's like a lighthouse standing in the path of that mad hurricane

And her kind laughs at the lightning and dances around in the rain

And when I'm at the end of my rope and I don't know if I can hold on

She's stronger

She's stronger