Do you suppose
that everyone knows knows
he’s empty inside 
from his head to his toes?
‘twas never the plan
 but now he’s a hollow man 

Desolate heart
Counterfeit soul
Prays to the heavens from a big black hole
In this unholy land, there lives a hollow man

All of the weightless words he said
(Come on, you're on, the camera's on)
Empty promises hanging by a thread
Lies dancing in the wind 
(You're on, come on, you're on again)
Unraveling...

He’d dig down deep but there’s nothing there
Just a vapid smile and vacant stare
He’ll never understand 
That he’s just a hollow man

So thick-headed and thin-skinned
Going where the wind blows him
Who knows where he’ll land?
He’s just a hollow man
He’s just a hollow man
Here lies a Hollow man

Do you suppose
he's aware the world knows?