Though his mind is not for rent, Don't put him down as arrogant. His reserve, a quiet defense, Riding out the day's events.
And what you say about his company Is what you say about society. Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift.
The world is, the world is, Maybe as his eyes are wide.
No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government. Always hopeful, yet discontent, He knows changes aren't permanent,
And what you say about his company Is what you say about society. Catch the witness, catch the wit, Catch the spirit, catch the spit.
The world is, the world is, Maybe as his skies are wide.
And the energy you trade, He gets right on to the friction of the day.