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Introduction
There’s something hauntingly beautiful about Gary Stewart’s “An Empty Glass.” It’s a song that resonates deep within the soul, capturing the essence of solitude and sorrow with each note. Stewart, known for his raw vocal emotion and piercing lyrics, crafts a narrative that’s both deeply personal and universally relatable. In “An Empty Glass,” he articulates the loneliness of a man sitting in the dim light of a bar, reflecting on lost love and missed opportunities.
The melody, tinged with the melancholy twang of a steel guitar, wraps around you like a cool breeze on a desolate night. Stewart’s voice, with its gritty edges, carries a weight that makes you feel every word he sings. The song isn’t just heard; it’s experienced. As he describes the empty glass before him—a metaphor for his empty heart—the imagery is vivid, almost cinematic.
“An Empty Glass” is a masterclass in storytelling through music. It’s about the moments we’ve all faced, where the world slows down, and we’re left with our thoughts, our regrets, and the haunting company of an empty glass. This song doesn’t just tell a story; it invites you into its scene, makes you a character in its narrative.
For anyone who’s ever felt the sting of solitude or the pang of heartache, “An Empty Glass” is a poignant reminder that music can be a balm, a friend, a shared tear. Gary Stewart’s ability to channel his emotions into his music makes this song not just a track to listen to, but a piece of art to feel, to inhabit, to remember.
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Lyrics
An empty glass
That last cigarette
It’s closing time
And I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home
And cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends
Every night for me
Every night I’m in some bar
Pouring whiskey on a heart that’s on fire
Forgetting you is no easy thing
Each night for me always ends the same
With an empty glass
That last cigarette
It’s closing time
And I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home
And cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends
Every night for me
Every night I’m in some bar
Pouring whiskey on a heart that’s on fire
Forgetting you is no easy thing
Each night for me always ends the same
With an empty glass
That last cigarette
It’s closing time
And I’m drunk again
But somehow I’ll make it home
And cry myself to sleep
That’s how my day ends
Every night for me.
Yeah, that’s how my day ends
Every night for me