Empty Handed

Words & Music by Brian Fife

There was a time when I had all the answers.
Now I'm not even sure of the questions anymore.
Is it older and wiser or just plain confused,
Or seeing too much that you can't ignore?

Life was a simple equation; you know I had it all worked out,
But when the pieces aren't falling quite into place,
It leaves you with some room to doubt.

Coming up empty handed, it's not the way I thought it would be.
Coming up empty handed, sometimes hands that are empty are free.

Grabbing the world by the collar
Only to find that I had to let go.
There are things in this life that I won't understand,
Some things that I do not know.

Coming up empty handed, it's not the way I thought it would be.
Coming up empty handed, sometimes hands that are empty are free.

You take me as I am, not as I think that I should be;
Expectations like a cloud,
But your acceptance helps me see, helps me see.

Keep pushing up against that same old wall,
Hoping that I'll knock it down.
I've given all I've got and it just won't fall;
It's wearing me into the ground.

Coming up empty handed, it's not the way I thought it would be.
Coming up empty handed, sometimes hands that are empty are free.

Piano: Brian Fife
Guitars: John Rice, Joe Dilillo
Bass: Alan Burliant
Drums: Steve Godfrey
Djembe & Percussion: John Moser
Cello: Karen Basrak
Hammond Organ: Joe Dilillo
Background Vocals: Brian Fife

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