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.