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Empty(Live From Bonaroo) - Ray LaMontagne
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