Seven Signs He's Running on Empty

[Style: Psychedelic Country, Trippy Pedal Steel, Echoing Acoustic Guitar, Dreamy Spacey Vocals, Slow-Tempo] [Intro - Spaced out pedal steel, lingering reverbs, slow lazy rhythm] [Verse 1] He used to laugh at every little joke, Now he just stares through a cloud of smoke. The days roll by, they all look the same, Going through the motions, forgetting his name. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Bluegrass, Fast-Paced Banjo, Swirling Fiddle, Fast Upbeat Tempo, Jam Band] [Pre-Chorus] There's a story in the silence he never tells, A storm behind those eyes raising hell. [Chorus] Seven signs he's running on empty, Trying to carry a world that's getting too heavy. He smiles for the crowd, but he's barely hanging on, Fighting battles nobody sees when the daylight's gone. Sometimes a man don't break all at once, He fades a little more with every month's run. Seven signs are written where the heart won't lie, He's emotionally tapped out, just getting by. [Instrumental Breakdown - Fast banjo and fiddle duel with spacey reverb and delay] [Style Transition: Psychedelic Country Grunge, Heavy Fuzzy Guitars, Gritty Distortion, Slow Heavy Beats, Raw Vocals] [Verse 2] Sign one: He don't call his friends anymore. Sign two: Things he loved feel like a chore. Sign three: Every night's another sleepless fight. Sign four: He's tired even after the night. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Bluegrass, Fast-Paced Banjo, Swirling Fiddle, Fast Upbeat Tempo, Jam Band] [Pre-Chorus] He says, "I'm fine," but the words sound thin, Like a house that's shaking in the wind. [Chorus] Seven signs he's running on empty, Trying to carry a world that's getting too heavy. He smiles for the crowd, but he's barely hanging on, Fighting battles nobody sees when the daylight's gone. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Soul, Warm Vintage Organ, Groove Bassline, Smooth Soulful Vocals, Brass Accents] [Bridge] Sign five: He's numb to the wins and the losses. Sign six: He's drowning in self-made crosses. Sign seven: He can't remember the last time he dreamed, Or felt like the man he was meant to be. He ain't weak, and he ain't alone, Even strong men can lose their way back home. Sometimes the bravest thing a man can do Is let somebody help him through. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Country Grunge, Heavy Fuzzy Guitars, Gritty Distortion, Slow Heavy Beats, Raw Vocals] Final Chorus Seven signs he's running on empty, But a broken road ain't where the story has to be. There's a hand in the dark, there's a light ahead, Even when hope feels buried beneath the dread. You can come back from the edge in time, One honest word, one step, one sign. Seven signs may tell where he's been, But they don't decide how the story ends. Outro Yeah, they're just seven signs along the way, Not a life sentence, not forever to stay. When the weight gets too much and the night won't quit, Sometimes healing starts with admitting it.