Intro: Bm  G  D  G  D  Bm

G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
                                                    D
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
         G
I never learned to count my blessings
                                  D
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Bm
Walk on down the hill
         F#
Through the grass grown tall and brown
               G                             D
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
Bm
On past the busted back
        F#
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
       G                              D
That sinks into this field collecting rain

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#
So empty, so estranged

( Bm )

G
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
                                            D
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
               G
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
                                           D
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Bm
Lay your blouse across the chair
      F#
Let  fall the flowers from your hair
      G                                D
And  kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Bm                                  F#
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me it sounds like they're
    G                             D
applauding us, the quiet love we make

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#
So empty, so estranged


( Bm  G  D  G  D  Bm )

         G
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
                                            D
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
          G
See I've been to hell and back so many times
                          D
I must admit you kind of bore me

Bm
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
           F#
There's a lot of ways to die
          G                          D
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
            Bm
There's a lot of things I don't understand
         F#
Why so many people lie
                  G                                 D
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#  Bm
So empty, so estranged