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 a ranger

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...