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 the smoke. The days blur past, same shirt, same chair, He keeps moving, but he’s never there. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Bluegrass, Fast-Paced Banjo, Swirling Fiddle, Fast Upbeat Tempo, Jam Band] [Pre-Chorus] There’s a thing he won’t say out loud, A hard rain hiding in the crowd. [Chorus] Seven signs he’s running on empty, Trying to carry more than he can hold. He smiles for the room, but he’s barely hanging on, Fighting a war nobody sees when the day is gone. Sometimes a man don’t break all at once, He wears thin, month by month. Seven signs written where the heart don’t lie, He’s burned 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 quit calling his friends. Sign two: Even good days feel hard to spend. Sign three: Sleep won’t come, or it leaves too fast. Sign four: He wakes up tired from the night before last. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Bluegrass, Fast-Paced Banjo, Swirling Fiddle, Fast Upbeat Tempo, Jam Band] [Pre-Chorus] He says, “I’m fine,” but it comes out thin, Like a screen door shaking in the wind. [Chorus] Seven signs he’s running on empty, Trying to carry more than he can hold. He smiles for the room, but he’s barely hanging on, Fighting a war nobody sees when the day is gone. [Style Transition: Psychedelic Soul, Warm Vintage Organ, Groove Bassline, Smooth Soulful Vocals, Brass Accents] [Bridge] Sign five: He feels nothing at all. Sign six: He keeps blaming himself for it all. Sign seven: He can’t remember the last time he felt like himself, Like the man he used to be before the shelves went bare. He ain’t weak, and he ain’t alone, Even strong men get lost on the road home. The bravest thing he can do Is let somebody in to 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 the end of the line. There’s a hand in the dark, there’s a way back home, Even when hope’s gone quiet and the hours drag slow. 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 write how it all ends. [Outro] Yeah, they’re just seven signs along the way, Not a sentence, not a place to stay. When the weight gets heavy and the night won’t quit, Healing starts the second he admits it.