A penny in your pocket a suitcase in your hand They won’t get you very far now you’re a twenty-first century man. Fly across the city flies above the land       You can do most anything now you’re a twenty-first century man.      Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow(tomorrow) You still wander the fields of your sorrow. What will it bring? One day you’re a hero  the next day you’re a clown    There’s nothing that is in between now you’re a twenty-first century man. You should be so happy  you should be so glad       So why are you so lonely you’re a twenty-first century man.       You stepped out of a dream believing everything was gone   Return with what you’ve learned they’ll kiss the ground you walk upon. Solo: Things aren’t how you thought they were Nothing have you planned     So pick up your penny and your suitcase You’re not a twenty-first century man.      Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow (tomorrow) You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow) Tomorrow                          ( ) Twenty-first century man.