The Hollow Men

I been making friends with ghosts I been holing up Shying from the streets I've roamed Fixing old books up Locking doors and singing low Hoping for the moon Answers only come and go Time don't have a tune Cuz every sidewalk that I wander leaves me twisted up Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin' up And I wish the barn door hadn't fallen, the spring weren't running gray And the poster for the circus didn't look like another day Chairs in flowered sitting rooms I haven't known enough Writing desks and sugar spoons Worn-in sweater cuffs Maybe floods will come again Or whimpers in the end I will only listen in And pray for the hollow men Cuz every sidewalk that I wander leaves me twisted up Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin' up And I wish the barn door hadn't fallen, the spring weren't running gray And the poster for the circus didn't look like another day What I'll do now I don't know Ain't so bad inside Other people's windows closed To live is to hide Cuz every sidewalk that we wander leaves us twisted up Climbing over brambles from the weeds of growin' up And I wish the barn door hadn't fallen, the spring weren't running gray And the poster for the circus didn't look like another day