He's a man From the island of tall, tall buildings Made of concrete and plastic He breathes of pain And ambition Everyday is a constant tension He's getting sick and tired of it Losing sense of direction Stuck in a vicious circle Losing sense of direction He's a man From the island of tall, tall buildings Made of concrete and plastic Losing sense of direction Stuck in a vicious circle Losing sense of direction No runaway, runaway He caught up in a maze he made It's not a game to play There is more of life out there He put himself on the line It's been a long time since you've been yourself No runaway, runaway It's never been a game