Music

                       

Empty Spaces

03:47
John Henrys Farm
06/28/2018
Jonathan Henry Bradshaw

Story

Written about the fact we can't really help anyone who truly does not want to be helped

Lyrics

     Empty Spaces


She Just Like Drinking too Much in the Morning,  puts that drag on my mid day
Tells me all that I do is worthless, least im doing it my own way


I can't answer to no one else except the good lord up above
 I can't lead you to the fountain I can't make you fit this glove

Your just like waking up from nightmare,  send those chills all through my bones
Got me shakin all through the mornin, till I've drank enough to moan


I can't answer to no one else cept the good lord up above
 I can't lead you to the fountain, Honey I cant make you fit this Glove

 Say Im doin no one a favor, the way im drownin all my fears,
 ya Say I cant go on Livin, Same old way for too many Years


 So when I wake tomorrow mornin, Before the dawn I'll be on my Way I'm
 Leavin you those empty Spaces, Help you long and find your Way


 Cause I cant answer Else cept the good Lord up above 
Im Goin now to drink from this Fountain,  Leavin with you what we called  Love