"Coming Up Empty"
(Mary McBride, Dan Baird)
Back of the bar, out of the light,
lose track of time, that’s alright
You say I’m so special, too good for day to day
Say I’m your heart , love without a name
Another funhouse mirror
Not quite what it seems
Talk is ringing hollow
Silence sometimes screams
Coming up, coming up empty
Fishing for an inside straight
Coming up, coming up empty
Too little and too late
You’re going home to her
Tell sweet lies to her
I’m glad I’m not her
But I’m still coming up empty
You say that it’s best in a little bitty dose
Any more than that is too damn close
Believe what you say, must be confused
At the end of the day I ain’t nothing but used
Let go of my hand, look into my eyes
I’m a little girl who just got wise
Can’t get it up for one last fight
Won’t be that girl one more night
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