She lifts her skirt up to her knees

Walks through the garden of roses with her bare feet laughing

I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

I 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 and

Of that old and rusted Cadillac

That sinks into this field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged

Of 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 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

See I've been to hell and back so many times

I must admit you kinda 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 who 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 fire inside me

Will I always feel this way?

So empty, so estranged