She lifts her skirt up to her knees

Walks through garden of

Roses with her bare feet laughing

I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disaster

I walk on the 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 bags and

This old and rusted Cadillac

There sinks into the field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way

So empty so strange

And of these cut through busted sunsets

These cold and damp white

Mornings I have grown weary

And through my cracked

And dusty country lips

I spoke these words out

Loud with no one to 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 its sounds like they're

Applauding us the sweet love we made

Will I always fell this way

So empty so strange

Well I looked my demons in the eyes

Laid bare my chest said "Do your best

Destroy me

You 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 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 fires inside me

Will I always feel this way

So empty so estranged