He's a rebel and a runner,
He's a signal turning green.
He's a restless young romantic
Wants to run the big machine.

He's got a problem with his poisons.
But you know he'll find a cure.
He's 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

He's got to make his own mistakes,
And learn to mend the mess he makes.
He's old enough to know what's right,
But young enough not to choose it.
He's noble enough to win the world,
But weak enough to lose it.
He's a New World Man...

He's a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms.
He's a writer and arranger
And a young boy bearing arms.

He's got a problem with his power
With weapons on patrol.
He's 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

He's not concerned with yesterday,
He knows constant change is here today.
He's noble enough to know what's right,
But weak enough not to choose it.
He's wise enough to win the world,
But fool enough to lose it.
He's a New World Man...