Empty Well, Full Heart
Alex Wilson (songwriter)
Description
A soulful Americana ballad exploring the tension between the mundane realities of city life and the persistent dreams of the heart. "Empty Well, Full Heart" captures the quiet struggle of an individual seeking meaning and purpose amidst the daily grind, ultimately finding a flicker of hope within themselves. The song blends country and singer-songwriter sensibilities with atmospheric instrumentation and heartfelt vocals.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) The dawn spills through my window, another day unfolds Lipstick on my coffee mug, same script, the story’s old This 9-5’s a shadow, a flicker on my screen Chasing fleeting fireflies, lost in a waking dream (Chorus) Hollow spark, full heart, I’m a dreamer out of tune Counting hours, chasing stars, beneath a paper moon Searching for a shimmer, a pulse, a truth to weave Down this neon maze of hours, longing to believe (Verse 2) I’m wading through the city, heels click in morning’s hum But my wild heart’s caged in, a song that’s gone numb Strangers brush my shoulders, each a tale I’ll never read Trying to trap a comet’s glow, before it’s lost to need (Chorus) Hollow spark, full heart, I’m a dreamer out of tune Counting hours, chasing stars, beneath a paper moon Searching for a shimmer, a pulse, a truth to weave Down this neon maze of hours, longing to believe (Bridge) Maybe the light’s not out there, in the buzz of city air Maybe it’s buried deep within, beneath the weight I bear I shut my eyes and listen, to the rhythm of my core And let my quiet wildfire roar, to make me whole once more (Verse 3) The clock keeps ticking onward, another day is done The office lights are fading, as sets the evening sun But something feels a little different, a stirring in my soul A tiny flicker growing, starting to make me whole (Chorus) Hollow spark, full heart, I’m a dreamer out of tune Counting hours, chasing stars, beneath a paper moon Searching for a shimmer, a pulse, a truth to weave Down this neon maze of hours, longing to believe (Outro) The hollow spark, it starts to bloom, a glow at a time My spirit starts to dance again, in this soul of mine. Yeah, in this soul of mine. This fire in this soul of mine. This never fading fire in this soul of mine.