there was a home, won from the stone,
the world brought the people there, and left them alone
stars would collide, from the clashing of minds,
all roads were open then with time to decide
if only you'd seen, it was warm, it was green,
it was dark, it was underground but it bulged at the seams
the people would play, as night turned to day
as the man at the heart of it all, would search for his way
what about me? he cried
where should I have been for the start of my scene if this world's a stage?
what about me? he cried
there's so much to lose when you've got things to prove
'cos it's all the rage here in tiger road
so what does he do, when everything's new,
does he throw himself at the walls,
'till he's black, 'till he's blue?
or should he just flow, let himself go,
and see where they take him to,
at the end of the show?