Dwight Yoakam - Missing Heart

I am a missing heart
With no place left to start
To ever find my way
Around these empty parts
I am a missing heart

I am an open wound
In need of time and room
With the space to heal
Any loss that looms
I am an open wound

I searched so long
And all that I found is now gone
Because anywhere
I looked was always wrong

I am a pleading voice
Lacking any choice
But to be the truth Over all the noise
I am a pleading voice

I am a vacant stare
Ignoring every glare
That might prove to hold
Just the slightest dare
I am a vacant stare
ignoring every glare

I searched so long
And all that I found is now gone
Because anywhere
I looked was always wrong

I am a missing heart
with no place left to start
To ever find my way
Around these empty parts
I am a missing heart