Empty

She lifts her skirt up to her kneesWalks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughingAnd I never learned to count my blessingsI choose instead to dwell in my disastersWalk on down the hillThrough grass grown tall and brownAnd still it's hard somehow to let go of my painOn past the busted backof that old and rusted CadillacThat sinks into this field collecting rainWill I always feel this way ‒So empty, so estranged?And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,these cold and damp white morningsI have grown wearyIf through my cracked and dusted dime-store lipsI spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?Lay your blouse across the chair,Let fall the flowers from your hairAnd kiss me with that country mouth so plain.Outside the rain is tapping on the leavesTo me it sounds like they're applauding us,The quiet love we've made.Will I always feel this waySo empty, so estranged?Well, I looked my demons in the eyeslaid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,I must admit you kind of bore me."There's a lot of things that can kill a manThere's a lot of ways to dieYes, and some already dead that walk beside meThere's a lot of things I don't understandWhy so many people lieWell, it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside meWill I always feel this waySo empty, so estranged?