Текст песни Empty Chairs - Bri Bagwell

I wish every bar had a tip jar
Where I could save everybody′s two cents
Then I could empty it and pay my rent
Instead of leaving it on loop in my head

I'm grateful, but if they only knew
What′s behind three chords and the truth

They only get to see me at my best
But I've been cursed and I've been blessed
By the answer to my prayers
It′s hard to beat the thrill of a high
When I play a sold out night
And feel like God has put me there
But Lord are you still with me, when I see empty chairs

I wish I′d act my age on and off the stage
And not wake up feeling so old
Wish it didn't hurt to base my worth
On how many tickets I sold

I talk to God and beg him for his plans
But he just puts this guitar in my hands

They only get to see me at my best
But I′ve been cursed and I've been blessed
By the answer to my prayers
It′s hard to beat the thrill of a high
When I play a sold out night
And feel like God has put me there
But Lord are you still with me, when I see empty chairs

Lord are still with me
Lord will you stay with me
Lord will you fill me
When I see empty chairs