Coming Up Empty

Suburbia, climb out the window to the street
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed
Brush off the want and you give in to the need
It's the ones that no one ever thinks5 am and we rush back from the scene
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep
If I can't see you soon then Ill meet you in my dreams
Slowly heading down to New OrleansAlways runnin'
Always runnin'
Always runnin'
Always runnin'
Comin' up empty
Comin' up emptyCarried him home, a broken sack of bones
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne
Make the mornin' round of apologies
Never wanted to hurt any one