The woman in the train station

Said she knew the score

Raving about the screaming in her head

About the people knocking at the door

I try not to mind shouters on the train
But I'm taken by the man behind the screen

With eyes like mine
A face a hundred years have seen

We live in a hollow city

So long ago cleaned from black and white 

Crying out for the nerve, the heart, the brain
Why o' why can't I

So we skip any where we can
Light the yellow road to find the man

You cried that night
As kisses fell to the floor
Wept for dignity
Said you didn't feel like yourself anymore

If it could be the ball

The sublime, the strange, the promenade

But you haven't seen those films

And you don't pray to those gods

We live in a hollow city

But it cannot hold the rain

It's sopped up in the money and the fame
Sing sha la la sha la la again

And if you have no part there's no need to run

Because the calvary's not coming, no hired gun

Your friend left us
It was hot and muggy may gray
I said to you it looked like rain 

And touched hands like a hold

But it never did anyway

And as we crawled out of the caverns

To see the sun set between the stones
My shoes filled up with puddles

All the things I'd never known
And amidst the confusion
the swirling tempests and the beats
I began to believe the record
Of my final defeat

For we live in a hollow city
And I wish to be your man
I cannot change the past

But hold this present in my hand

So sings the opera, so ends this strain

And I'm left on the platform, waiting for the train