Empty

She lifts her skirt up to her knees

Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing

And I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Walk on down the hill

Through grass grown tall and brown

And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain

On past the busted back

of that old and rusted Cadillac

That sinks into this field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way ‒

So empty, so estranged?

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,

these cold and damp white mornings

I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips

I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair,

Let fall the flowers from your hair

And kiss me with that country mouth so plain.

Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me it sounds like they're applauding us,

The quiet love we've made.

Will I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged?

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes

laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.

You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,

I must admit you kind of bore me."

There's a lot of things that can kill a man

There's a lot of ways to die

Yes, and some already dead that walk beside me

There's a lot of things I don't understand

Why so many people lie

Well, it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me

Will I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged?