Hes a rebel and a runner

Hes a signal turning green

Hes a restless young romantic

Wants to run the big machine Hes got a problem with his poisons

But you know hell find a cure

Hes cleaning up his systems

To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the old world man

Learning to catch the heat of the third world man Hes got to make his own mistakes

And learn to mend the mess he makes

Hes old enough to know whats right

But young enough not to choose it Hes noble enough to win the world

But weak enough to lose it

Hes a new world man Hes a radio receiver

Tuned to factories and farms

Hes a writer and arranger

And a young boy bearing arms Hes got a problem with his power

With weapons on patrol

Hes got to walk a fine line

And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the old world man

Trying to pave the way for the third world man Hes not concerned with yesterday

He knows constant change is here today

Hes noble enough to know whats right

But weak enough not to choose it Hes wise enough to win the world

But fool enough to lose it

Hes a new world man Learning to match the beat of the old world man

He's learning to catch the heat of the third world man

Hes a new world man, hes a new world man