He wants to spread his wings and fly
But the world won't let him
He wants to show the people why
But they want to forget him

He's a lone free rider
He is the outsider

He sees the shadows closing in
All is greed and fear
The world is caught up in a spin
Blind to what is clear

He has really no direction
Yet he knows he's always right
When he catches his reflection
In the middle of the night

The outsider's incantations
Falling on deaf ears
While the world's own machinations
Always end in tears

When he gets away to find
A favoured path to tread
It always leads him back in time
To the world that's dead