She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows 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 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 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 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?
