Red Dress, Empty Hands

[Verse 1]
Corner booth, half-full glass
Rolex on, meetings passed
Emails read, deals all signed
Still can’t quiet down his mind
Red dress at the bar, slow sway
Laugh too bright for this grayscale day
He stares, pretends he doesn’t stare
Adjusts his tie, fixes his hair (yeah)
[Chorus]
He got numbers in his phone, but not her name
Got the keys to every door, still feels the same
Girl in the red dress dancing in his plans
He wants her in his world
But all he’s got is empty hands (empty hands)
[Verse 2]
Up at five, grind ‘til night
Vision board stuck in his sight
Goal on goal like bricks on bricks
Built his tower, feels like tricks
She spins by, red cloth, perfume
Turns this crowded bar to a small room
He could buy the place, still can’t buy that glance
All his courage hiding in his bank advance (uh)
[Chorus]
He got numbers in his phone, but not her name
Got the keys to every door, still feels the same
Girl in the red dress dancing in his plans
He wants her in his world
But all he’s got is empty hands (empty hands)
[Bridge]
Checked every box they drew for him
Big black car, suit that fits too slim
But purpose don’t live in a paycheck, man
It lives in a moment you don’t understand
She walks past, heel tap, slow motion
Heartbeats loud like crowded ocean
He smiles once, she smiles back, walks past
All that success, still scared to ask
[Chorus]
He got numbers in his phone, but not her name
Got the keys to every door, still feels the same
Girl in the red dress dancing in his plans
He wants her in his world
But all he’s got is empty hands
He got charts on the wall, but not her face
Every trophy on the shelf can’t fill that space
Girl in the red dress, he don’t understand
How he owns half the city
But can’t reach out his empty hands (yeah)

rap, Moody jazz-rap beat with brushed drums, upright bass, and smoky piano chords. Male vocals, close-mic, almost spoken on the verses; hook opens with a subtle half-sung melody and airy female background hums. Sax fills answer key lines, and the energy crests on the third chorus with tighter drums and layered ad-libs before a soft, spacious fade., jazz