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

Walk on down the hill

Through the 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 so estranged

Of these cutthroat busted sunsets

These cold and damp

White mornings I have grown weary

If through my cracked

And dusty country 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 make

Will I always feel this way

So empty so estranged