Song Description

Describes a "big man" business mogul, who has sold his soul to a life of meaningless excess. Contrasts this to the life of the narrator, who does what he wants to do (musician, of course).

Lyrics

Pick up the keys and turn off the lights
Your feelin? good when your coffee?s just right
Put on a suit and a nice spiffy tie
You?re late for work, but you don?t know why
?Cause every day is just like the next
You do what you?re told, and you?ll get the fat check
You sit at the bar, but you?re not alone
Your secretary is with you ?cause your wife is at home

Big Man, you?re on your own
You?ve got the car and the cellular phone
People are calling, but nobody?s home
?Cause your mind writes the checks, but your soul is on loan

There are lots of ways to get to the top
Money will come, but the passion should never stop
[I] don?t need the suit or the nice spiffy tie
Don?t need the coffee to get there on time
Don?t fear the future, don?t long for the past
Don?t count the minutes, ?cause they?re movin? much too fast
They say I walk with my head in the clouds
But I don?t need the hassle and I don?t need that crowd

Now I?m running down the street from the Globe and the Times
They need quotations for the morning headlines
I?m pushing through the crowd just to clear up my way
And I get up on stage at the end of the day
Here?s what I play


Now here we are again, seems like we?re best friends
You said you?d come, I said we?d never lose
You kept the faith, and we kept the friends
Now we?re going to places where the fun never ends
I say, I?ve got the car and the glistening shoes
Walk down the street to the ?ahs? and the ?oohs?
You know I never worry, ?cause now I?m fully grown
Hey mister Big Man, your soul?s on loan