Whaddo you sing when the song´s been sung?
Who do you fight when the war is won?
Whaddo you write when the book is done?
Whaddo you sing when the song´s been sung?

How do you pray until you find your prayer?
How can you care so much you just don´t care?
How do you feel until the feelin´ comes?
Until you love yourself, how can you love someone?

Here I am, a hollow man
Tellin´ stories ´bout the promise of a promised land
Feel like a cheap bouquet of flowers, an´ a one-man band
With my heart in hand, the hollow man

How does it work when the words don´t come?
It´s like pullin´ the trigger on an empty gun
You can´t make it rain starin´ at the sun
So you work at your work, until the work gets done

Here I am, a hollow man
Tellin´ stories ´bout the promise of a promised land
Feel like a holy roller´s rosary on a one-night stand
With my heart in hand, the hollow man

I´m a blank page, clean slate
At night, I´ll give my soul away
When nothin´s left, I´ll give you a smile
I got these chords that won´t wait
I´m much too vain to masturbate
No sacrificin´ substance for style
Awe, anyway, ha, I got you to smile

Whaddo you see that your eyes don´t see?
And whaddo you dream, now that you´ve sold your dreams?

And whaddo you sing when the song´s been sung?
Whaddo you sing when the song´s been sung?

Here I am, the hollow man
Sellin´ stories ´bout the promise of a promised land
I feel like a cheap bouquet of flowers, an´ a one-man band
I´m just a holy roller´s rosary on a one-night stand
With my heart in hand
I am
The hollow man