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?
