the man on the street -- 

he doesn't know my name 

but i am sure we're not at all the same 

man on the street -- ou know he looks like me 

but he'll never know all the things i've seen 



see him and there's no enmity -- 

sometimes there's jealousy 

but would you be him? i don't think so 

no a hair is out of place -- he sets the pace 

and he's a step ahead of me 



the man on the street -- 

he doesn't look at me 

and if he did i wonder what he sees 

he might be kind; he might be alright 

are his concerns so far away from mine? 



see him and there's no problem -- 

thought he always looks so cold 

but would you be him? i don't think so 

not a stich out of place -- he sets the pace 

and he's just a step ahead 

he keeps a step ahead of me 



he lives as expected 

secure and protected 

the world won't affect him 

and so i reject him now 



i feel so different, though i might no look so 

you can wear the costume, but do you march in time? 

there's so many targets in the world to see 

feel the dirt of rebellion beneath your feet!