Lyrics:

Somewhere someone's standing by The same game plan, the same aging fantasies Spruces up the small talk and the smile It's no wonder, he's under The pressure of pride once again (He) calls himself a social orphan Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan Caught up in the thrill of the chase A number, a matchbook, the night before (But) no last names , and no long term promises Finds it quite an effort not to smile It's no wonder He understands the need to try it again (He) calls himself a social orphan Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan Caught up in the thrill of the chase Somewhere someone hit square one The same contacts, the same tired old double talk Dreams about a weekend and a smile It's no wonder He is under the pressure of time once again (He) calls himself a social orphan Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan Caught up in the thrill of the chase