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
Always 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 running
Coming up empty
Carried him home a broken sack of bones
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne
Make the morning round of apologies
Smoke too many cigarettes can't recollect anything
Never wanted to hurt any one
Always running
Coming up empty