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My glass has always looked empty to me.
Some days I think it always will.
I can’t think of a reason why this ought to be.
I just know it’s never been filled.
Once in my life I would just like a taste
Of the life everybody else has.
But time after time my hopes are misplaced,
And I still have an empty glass.
It doesn’t seem like I’m asking a lot.
I still do the best that I can.
I’ve never tried to be something I’m not,
But I wish someone saw what I am.
Moment by moment I look for a sign.
But the moments are gone all too fast.
And it won’t be long ’til I’ve run out of time
And I’m left with an empty glass.
It isn’t easy to live with this thirst.
It’s been put off in so many ways.
I don’t insist that I cross the line first,
But I do mean to be in the race.
I know that one morning the Sun will break through,
When all of my dark days are past.
And all the good things that I never knew
Will fill up my empty glass.
Yes, so many things that are long overdue
Will fill this old empty glass.
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