Sail away tomorrow Sailin' far away To find it steal or borrow But I'll be there someday, yeah Time will show When, I don't know If you're driftin' on an empty ocean With no wind to fill your sail The future, your horizon

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

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

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

Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you Kiss me once...and kiss me twice Haven't felt like this, my dear Since i can't remember when Or just how empty they all seemed without you So

And they call me under And I'm shaking like a leaf Are you really gonna love me when I'm gone? I fear you won't I fear you don't And it echoes when I breathe Until all you see is my ghost Empty vessel, crooked teeth Wish you could see

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 kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Spend it all on you Dancing on empty wallets Living our lives Until we die Get too high when I'm high So we see eye-to-eye, whoa, oh And away and away we go Sugar caught a break The fluid ain't to blame

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

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