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

And 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 been to hell and back so many times

I must admit, you kinda bore me"

There's a lotta things that can kill a man

There's a lotta ways to die

Yes, and some already did and walk beside me

There's a lotta things I don't understand

Why 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