Today my heart is empty My thoughts are vacant too Just like a fallen tumbler Or a dranken jug of brew Like a bottle to a drunkard And the glass upon the stand Like a promise to live better And a lonely begging hand Like a well that ran dry Or a tasty jug of rum Like a bucket with a hole Or a beating kettle drum Of baggage and of clutter Of darkness and of gloom Like a freshly painted closet Like a neat and tidy room There’s lots of precious love in there And understanding too But they don’t take up any space There’s lots of room for you