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 grass, grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go off my pain
On past the busted back
Of that old and rusty 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've made

Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged?

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me
See, I've been too 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 their walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's the hurt you hide that fuels the fire inside you

Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged?