Back when that song was a song I could sing along without thinkin bout you every time it came on Every beat, every line, every word, every time When a road was a road I could roll on through without wishin that empty seat was you Money was gas, dreams

And we danced Out there on that empty hardwood floor The chairs up and the lights turned way down low The music played, we held each other close The bar was empty I was sweeping up the floor That's when she walked in I said, I'm sorry but we're closed

Leave out all the rest When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory I can't be who you are So, if you're asking me, I want you

Said your name in an empty room Toute ma vie, etre avec toi Something I would never do I'm alone again When I'm by myself I can be myself Well my life is coming But, I don't know when You were burning now you’re black and gray

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kind'a way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Maybe then that's when I'll finally say I'm sorry Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story You'll accept just half of all these consequences Why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't

So little to say but so much time Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind Please wear the face, the one where you smile Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry Forgive me first love, but I'm tired I need to get away to feel again Try

And that's the difference between the whiskey and you There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing I'll be hurtin' when I wake up on the floor And I'll be over it by noon Come tomorrow, I can walk in any

I'm gonna ride on It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot