Empty - live from bonaroo

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

I walk on down the hill through grass, grown tall and brown

And still its 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

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets

These cold and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusted 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 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

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

Listen, some already did that walked beside me

There's a lot of things I don't understand

Why so many people lie

It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me

Will I always feel this way

So empty, so estranged