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   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   and estranged?      and 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 it 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      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   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?