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