Empty Sky

Bruce Springsteen - Empty Sky

I woke up this morning

I could barely breathe

Just an empty impression

In the bed where you used to be

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

Blood on the streets

Blood flowin’ down

I hear the blood of my blood

Cryin’ from the ground

On the plains of Jordan

I cut my bow from the wood

Of this tree of evil

Of this tree of good

I woke up this morning to the empty sky