I'm stuck on a memory, Of you dancing in a backyard in North Jersey. You're holding sparklers, And silhouetted by the porch lights on a summer evening. So, while I'm pulling my gloves off with my teeth, It occurred to me you used to be happy. I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing. Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking. I'm empty. I feel so damn empty. I keep thinking That I'll feel better when it's warmer across state lines. Now I'm scraping ice off of the windshield with a piece of broken taillight. Oh, I wouldn't quite call it homesick but I keep seeing your face in the northbound traffic. I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing. Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking. I'm empty. I feel so damn empty. I'm gonna go to Georgia. I'm gonna smile in the sun. I'm gonna pick you some wild day-lilies, And I'm gonna hold on to them. I'm gonna keep them in my pocket Til you let me back home. I'm gonna go to Georgia, And I'm coming back whole. I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing. Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking. I'm empty. I feel so damn empty. I curse the dashboard heat, It's fucking freezing. Asleep in the backseat, Oh god, I'm shaking. I'm empty. I feel so damn empty.