Empty

She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows With her bare feet laughin' 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 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 cut-throat 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 Lay bare my chest, said, "Do your best to 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 did and walk 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? So empty, so estranged?