He's a rebel and a runnerHe's a signal turning greenHe's a restless young romanticWants to run the big machineHe's got a problem with his poisonsBut you know he'll find a cureHe's cleaning up the systemsTo keep his nature pureHe's learning to match the beatOf the old world manHe's a rebel and a runnerHe's learning to catch the heatOf the third world manHe's got to make his own mistakesAnd learn to numb the mess he makesHe's old enough to know what's rightBut young enough not to choose itHe's noble enough to win the worldBut weak enough to win the worldBut weak enough to lose itHe's a new world manHe's a radio receiverTo the factory set of armsHe's a writer and a rangerAnd a young boy bearing armsHe's got a problem with his powerWith weapons on patrolHe's got a problem with his powerHe's got to walk a fine lineAnd keep his self-controlTrying to save the dayFor the old world manTrying to pave the wayFor the third world manHe's a rebel and a runnerHe's not concerned with yesterdayHe knows constant Jake is here todayHe's old enough to know what's rightBut weak enough not to choose itHe's wise enough to win the worldBut fool enough to lose itHe's a new world manHe's learning to match the beat of the old world manHe's learning to catch the beat of the further manHe's a new world manHe's a new world manHe's a new world man