Empty

She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare feet laughing

I never learned to count my blessings, choosing instead to dwell in my disasters

I walk on down the hill, through grass grown tall, brown and still it's hard somehow, the echo of my pain

I'm past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac

That sinks into this field collecting rain

Well, I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged

Oh, these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings, I have grown

weary.

If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips I spoke these words out loud, would no

one would hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair, let fall the flowers from your hair, and kiss me with

With that country mouth so plain

Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves to me

Sounds like they're applauding us

The quiet love we make

Will I always feel this way

Our so empty soul

It's strange

Well, I look my demons in the eyes. They bear my chest said do your best to destroy me

See I've been the 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 did and walked beside me

There's a lot of things I don't understand, but so many people lie

It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me

Will I always feel this way?

I'm so empty, so estranged