Empty
She lifts her skirt up to her kneesWalks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughingI never learned to count my blessingsI choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Walk on down the hillThrough the grass grown tall and brownAnd still it's hard somehow to let go of my painOn past the busted backOf that old and rusted CadillacThat sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this waySo empty, so estranged
Of these cutthroat busted sunsetsThese cold and damp white mornings I have grown wearyIf through my cracked and dusty dimestore lipsI spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chairLet fall the flowers from your hairAnd kiss me with that country mouth so plainOutside the rain is tapping on the leavesTo me it sounds like they're applauding usThe quiet love we make
Will I always feel this waySo empty, so estranged
Well I looked my demons in the eyeLaid bare my chest said do your best, destroy meSee I've been to hell and back so many timesI must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a manThere's a lot of ways to dieYes and some already dead who walk beside youThere's a lot of things I don't understandWhy so many people lieWell it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you