empty pockets Lyrics

Empty Pockets

Empty pockets don't talk to me now

Don't get in my way, don't pull me down

Broken promises, don't remind me now

Don't raise up the dead, don't make me turn around

And I hear the clanging bell

And I see the figure on the hill

And I see the crooked road ahead

And I think about it, always think about it

Expectations don't whisper your sweet lies

Don't set me up and let me down this time

Desperation don't make me change my mind

And I hear the clanging bell

And I see the figure on the hill

And I see the crooked road ahead

And I think about it, always think about it

My hands are strong, kill my alibis

Dig a hole by the road and bury those lies

Empty pockets don't talk to me now