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