Empty cup and empty song
The powers that be and the things that were won
Through grime and cunning and honesty and money
The tap, the cup, the pot, the plate
Trying to fill up this uneven soul
With this fleeting sense of being filled up
The hunger, the lust, the power, the wrath
The idea of winning
This wrestling with the unseen angles and angels
To gain a name that might be forgotten
To go back home a little bit wiser
The road has not been the road less travelled
Yet it has been the greatest teacher:
This fleeting sense of being filled up
Tells us that there is always more