Verse 1] I drive the same back roads till the gas light blinks Radio static louder than the thoughts I think Pass the diner where we used to sit and talk Now the booth’s just empty, and the coffee’s cold as chalk [Pre-Chorus] Tried to fill the silence with a song or two But every note lands wrong, every line rings through [Chorus] Hollow echo, hollow echo Bouncing off the walls where the feeling used to go No hurt to hold, no light to chase Just a voice that calls and calls my name in empty space Hollow echo, hollow echo Fading slower than the rest of me can go Everything’s quiet… everything’s gone Hollow echo… keeps rolling on [Verse 2] Wake up staring at the ceiling fan’s slow spin Counting cracks like they might tell me where I’ve been Friends still wave, say “you’ll come around someday” I nod and smile, but inside it’s already decayed [Pre-Chorus] The mirror shows a stranger wearing my old skin I don’t recognize the man looking back again [Chorus] Hollow echo, hollow echo Bouncing off the walls where the feeling used to go No hurt to hold, no light to chase Just a voice that calls and calls my name in empty space Hollow echo, hollow echo Fading slower than the rest of me can go Everything’s quiet… everything’s gone Hollow echo… keeps rolling on [Bridge – drop to near nothing, single guitar string vibrating forever] I used to beg for rain just to feel the sting Now the storm could hit and I wouldn’t feel a thing This quiet’s louder than any scream I’ve known A grave I walk around in, but I’m never alone [Final Chorus – voice thins out, reverb swallows the rest] Hollow echo… hollow echo… (…echo…) No spark… no fight… no way to let go… (…echo…) Everything’s quiet… everything’s gone… Hollow echo… hollow… echo… [Outro – pedal steel note decaying into silence] Still driving… still breathing… Still nothing… at all… This one’s built to sit in your chest like damp Oklahoma fog—catchy hook that repeats until it hurts, words that remind you the echo never answers back. If you want it slower, meaner, or dialed in on a specific piece of that 5 a.m. hollow, just say. I’ll keep digging.

Hollow Echo