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