Oh Mr Reed, do you mind I didn't notice

I could see, that you had both feet, not quite on the ground

Oh Mr Reed, do you think I didn't see you

Crying in the foyer, after midnight, by the telephone booth

Men, trapped in their own web

Men, with power but no friends

Men, who make demands with the future in their hands

Are fragile, I know know

Oh Mr Reed, why did you start to look away

I was asking a very important question, about your life

Oh Mr Reed, you know I'm trying to explain, that there's

Something, about you, I quite like

Men trapped in their own web

Men with power but no friends

Men locked in their own head

Men so easily lead

Oh Mr Reed... (instrumental)

Oh Mr Reed, I'm trying to explain, that there's

Something about you I quite like

Men, never know

Men, their egos show

Men, just can't let go

Men, and the seed they sow