A penny in your pocket, a suitcase in your hand,
They won't get you very far, now you're a twenty-first century man.
Fly across the city, flies above the land,
You can do most anything, now you're a twenty-first century man.
Though you ride on the wheels of
You still wander the fields of your sorrow. What will it bring?
One day you're a hero, the next day you're a clown,
There's nothing that is in between, now you're a twenty-first century man.
You should be so happy, you should be so glad,
So why are you so lonely, you're a twenty-first century man.
You stepped out of a dream believing everything was gone,
Return with what you've learned they'll kiss the ground you walk upon.
Things aren't how you thought they were,
Nothing have you planned,
So pick up your penny and your suitcase,
You're not a twenty-first century man.
Though you ride on the wheels of (
You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow)
Twenty-first century man.