Running on Empty

Been running low a long time, darling. Somehow I still ain't hit the

bottom. I've been running on fumes since last December. Feels like every

mile takes a piece of me. Got a tank full of ghosts I still remember.

Burning through the past like gasoline. Road signs blur but my mind stays sharp.

Trouble always knows my name. I keep chasing nights that get too dark.

Trying to outrun what won't outrun me. Brake lights in the distance call

me back again. But I ain't got space for no soft landing. I'm running on

empty, but empty ain't enough. Still feel that fire in the