Today I am a hollow man;
my insides echo as they creak.
Today I am a hollow man;
my shell will crumble as I speak.
"Tomorrow will be better, dear"
she said and I hoped her words were true.
"Will tomorrow be better, dear?"
My doubt defers her words and they pass through.
Today I am a hollow man;
the wasteland knows me by my voice.
Today I am a hollow man.
Perhaps I'm hollow by my choice.
"Am I?"