She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her barefeet, 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 this 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've grown weary If through these cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud No one would 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 and destroy me See I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kind of 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 that walk beside you 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 fires inside me Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged