What do you sing when the song's been sung?
Who do you fight when the war is won?
What do you write when the book is done?
What do 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 feeling comes?
Until you love yourself how can you love someone?

Here I am, the hollow man
Telling stories 'bout the promise of a promised land
Feel like a cheap bouquet of flowers and 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 pulling the trigger on an empty gun
You can't make it rain staring at the sun
So you work at your work until the work gets done

Here I am, the hollow man
Telling 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 nothing's left, I'll give you a smile
I got these chords that won't wait
I'm much too vain to masturbate
No sacrificing substance for style
Awe, Anyway, ha, I got you to smile