Empty
LaMontagne Ray Lyrics


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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughing

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It's hard somehow
To let go of my pain

On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field
Collecting rain

Will I always feel this way
So empty
And estranged?

and of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusty
Dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers
From your hair
And kiss me
With that country mouth
So plain

outside the rain is tapping
On the leaves
To me it sounds like
They're applauding us
The quiet love
We've made

Will it always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?

well I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest
Said do your best
To destroy me

I've been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me

there's a lot of things
That can kill a man
There's a lot of ways
To die
Yes, and some already did
And walk beside me

there's a lot of things
I don't understand
So many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me

Will I always feel this way




So empty
So estranged?

Overall Meaning

"Empty" by Ray LaMontagne is a melancholic and introspective song that reflects on the pain and loneliness that the singer is feeling. The first stanza sets the scene with the image of a woman walking through a garden, barefoot and carefree, while the singer is stuck in his own head, unable to appreciate the beauty around him. He admits that he has never learned to count his blessings and instead chooses to dwell in his own disasters.


The second stanza continues the theme of being stuck in pain, as the singer walks down a hill past a rusted Cadillac and struggles to let go of his past. The repetition of the question "Will I always feel this way so empty and estranged?" underscores the singer's hopelessness and despair.


The third stanza shifts to a more hopeful tone as the singer asks the woman to lay her blouse across the chair and kiss him with her "country mouth so plain." The rain tapping on the leaves provides a subtle background ambiance that enhances the intimacy of the moment.


The final stanza brings the song full circle as the singer confronts his demons and acknowledges that he has been to hell and back multiple times. He admits that he doesn't understand why people lie and that it's the hurt he hides that fuels his inner fire. Despite this acknowledgement, however, the final lingering question remains: will he always feel empty and estranged?


Overall, "Empty" is a poignant and introspective song that explores themes of pain, loneliness, and hope. Its simple yet poignant lyrics, combined with Ray LaMontagne's soulful voice, create a powerful emotional impact that resonates with listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows With her bare feet laughing
The woman in question is carefree and happy despite being barefoot and walking among the garden rows.


I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell In my disasters
The singer has a tendency of dwelling in his/her sorrows and misfortunes rather than focusing on the positive aspects of life.


I walk on down the hill Through grass grown tall And brown and still It's hard somehow To let go of my pain
The singer finds it difficult to let go of their emotional pain and continues to walk down the hill surrounded by nature.


On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field Collecting rain
The artist passes by a run-down old car that is slowly rusting and being left to collect water in the field.


Will I always feel this way So empty And estranged?
The artist is questioning if they will continually feel lonely and disconnected from others.


and of these cut throat busted sunsets These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
The singer has become tired of the harsh weather and struggles they face in their daily life.


If through my cracked and dusty Dime store lips I spoke these words out loud Would no one hear me?
The singer wonders if they were to vocalize their concerns, no one would listen or care.


Lay your blouse across the chair Let fall the flowers From your hair And kiss me With that country mouth So plain
The artist is requesting to see their loved one's natural beauty without any adornments and to share a kiss.


outside the rain is tapping On the leaves To me it sounds like They're applauding us The quiet love We've made
The artist hears the rain tapping on the leaves as a sign of approval to the love they have shared with their partner.


Will it always feel this way So empty So estranged?
The artist is conveying their uncertainty if they will continue to feel alone and unable to connect with others.


well I looked my demons in the eyes Lay bare my chest Said do your best To destroy me
The singer is confronting their inner demons and asking them to do their worst in order to overcome them.


I've been to hell and back So many times I must admit You kinda bore me
The artist has faced a lot of hardship and has grown tired and bored of these struggles.


there's a lot of things That can kill a man There's a lot of ways To die Yes, and some already did And walk beside me
The singer acknowledges the many ways in which one can perish and realizes that those who have already passed are always with them in some way.


there's a lot of things I don't understand So many people lie It's the hurt I hide that fuels The fire inside me
The singer is aware that there are many things they do not comprehend, particularly why people lie. The pain they keep hidden fuels their emotions.


Will I always feel this way So empty So estranged?
The singer is expressing their uncertainty about whether they will continue to feel lost and detached from others.




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Written by: RAY LAMONTAGNE

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@asmis8299

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
In my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall
And brown and still
It's hard somehow
To let go of my pain
On past the busted back 
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field 
Collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?
And of these cut throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty 
Dime store lips 
I spoke these words out loud 
Would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers 
From your hair 
And kiss me
With that country mouth
So plain
Outside the rain is tapping
On the leaves 
To me it sounds like
They're applauding us
The quiet love
We've made
Will I always feel this way
So empty
So estranged?
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest
Said do your best
To destroy me
See I've been to hell and back
So many times
I must admit
You kinda bore me
There's a lot of things
That can kill a man
There's a lot of ways
To die
Yes, and some already did
And walk beside me
There's a lot of things
I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels
The fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty 
So estranged?



@betsysstuff9763

For All the Fondness of a Frozen Lake
Happenstance, an Unable Turn

Eyes wide looking far into the blanket fog into the horizon
Flight path emblazoned with the glow of a warming dawn
Sharpened mind, tuned to a welcoming season of love
Unable to turn upon the words of impending doom
Iced up lake, a welcoming home
Silent nights for the one wish groom
A one room cabin as comforting tomb
Hoping for the numbness to last for twenty seasons of lonesome moons
A promise made, a promise in keeping, never too soon
A secret that had long been leaked, a twenty years song
Alas, alas, comes that day
When all that has long been known and none too soon
The dense air sinks and the pulse too and soon
Frigid bones sinking deep below the frozen tomb
A heart, a mind, warmth of blood, had risen into the ethers, not long beneath that sinking moon.
A blanket of white ... thick sheets of ice, a lover's tomb



@kenyaL93

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughin'
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown and still
It's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?
Of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me, it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we've made
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest, said, "Do your best to destroy me"
See, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already did and walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
But so many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?



@weedwerdo

lyrics:
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughin'
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown and still
It's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?
Of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me, it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we've made
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest, said, "Do your best to destroy me"
See, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already did and walk beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
But so many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?



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@Rosencraft

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@supermegatastic48

I heard this song on the radio once. I fell in love with it instantly. Forgetting to write down the name of the song, I soon forgot the name. After hours of searching for the song (knowing it was sung by someone named either ray, rea, or rae) I just found it. Funny enough, I was watching family guy, and Peter was at a Ray Lamontagne concert. Knowing the name sound familiar I looked him up. First search result: Empty, by Ray Lamontange. I clicked on the video, and immediately recognized it as the song I’ve been looking for for years. I’m so happy rn.

@hotrod8486

happens to the best of us

@djsingleton5860

If it matters it will search your soul out.

@intothesilence4927

There are women who will give their soul for this song and a bottle of wine. But it must be done in the dark of night and early morning before dawn.

@petercalkins245

What's needed finally comes to the seeker.

@robertcronin6603

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@meghanbelleodonnell262

this is my favorite song in the whole world

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