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