Empty Hands Songtext
von Shirley Hurt

He didn′t close the door on his way out
He left it ajar and the cat got out
But you never could stay mad

I never could use him like you did
With a leash so tight he barely fit in it
And I never was one to tame a being
Be it breathing down my neck or sleeping at the foot of my bed
And yet

I stole a good man from you
I stole a good man from you
I stole a good man from you
I stole a good man from you

I took the time to hate myself for it
But time goes on and I'm not one to wallow in the depths
And my penance comes at the end, it′s trailing
But I like the sound it makes as it takes its rest
From empty hands


That stole a good man from you
I stole a good man from you
I stole a good man from you
Believe me when I say I didn't mean to

But you'll find another one baby
There′s a ton of them running round lately
You′ll find another one baby
There's a ton of them running round lately

Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say

Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say

Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say
Or so they say