it's the hurt inside that fuels the fire inside me

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 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 cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings
i have grown weary
if through my cracked and dusted
dime-store lips
i spoke these words out loud
would no one here me?

lay your blouse across the chair
let fall the flowers from you hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain

outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
to me, it sounds like they are applauding us for the quiet love we made

will I always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged

i looked my demons in the eyes
laid bare my chest, said, "do your best,
destroy me.
see, 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

there's a lot of things i don't understand
why so many people lie.

it's the hurt inside that fuels the fire inside me.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged


[Empty, Ray LaMontagne]