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