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?