Empty Chairs

I wish every bar had a tip jar
 Where I could save everybody's two cents
 Then I could empty it and pay my rent
 Instead of leaving it on loop in my head
 I'm grateful, but if they only knew
 What's behind three chords and the truth
 They only get to see me at my best
 But I've been cursed and I've been blessed
 By the answer to my prayers
 It's hard to beat the thrill of a high
 When I play a sold out night
 And feel like God has put me there
 But Lord are you still with me, when I see empty chairs
 I wish I'd act my age on and off the stage
 And not wake up feeling so old
 Wish it didn't hurt to base my worth
 On how many tickets I sold
 I talk to God and beg him for his plans
 But he just puts this guitar in my hands
 They only get to see me at my best
 But I've been cursed and I've been blessed
 By the answer to my prayers
 It's hard to beat the thrill of a high
 When I play a sold out night
 And feel like God has put me there
 But Lord are you still with me, when I see empty chairs
 Lord are still with me
 Lord will you stay with me
 Lord will you fill me
 When I see empty chairs