Empty (Live)

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
 Walk on down the hill
 Through the 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 cutthroat busted sunsets
 These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
 If through my cracked and dusty dimestore 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 make
 Will I always feel this way?
 So empty, so estranged
 Well I looked my demons in the eye
 Laid bare my chest said do your best 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 dead who walk beside me
 There's a lot of things I don't understand
 Why so many people lie
 Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
 Will I always feel this way?
 So empty, so estranged