Coming Up Empty - Radio 4

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 thinks

5 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 I?

ll meet you in my dreams

Slowly heading down to New Orleans

Always runnin'

Always runnin'

Always runnin'

Always runnin'

Comin' up empty

Comin' up empty

Carried 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

Always runnin'

Always runnin'

Always runnin'

Always comin' up empty

Comin' up empty

Comin' up empty