Empty

I went to Chicago in hope of finding some Christmas spirit.
Looking for a glimmer in empty streets full of strangers.
A single light to show one the way home.

I find one man that sings heartbreaking truths
in the hope to connect with understanding.
On stage, Ray Lamontagne is awkwardly silent for long stretches,
before opening his soul on us.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?