Mr. Reed (Stewart Dave)

Oh Mr. Reed, do you think I didn't notice I could see, that you had both feet not quite on the ground Oh Mre. Reed, do you think I didn't see you Crying in the foywer, 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 I know Oh Mr. Reed, Why did you start to look away I was asking a very important question abour 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 Mre. Reed... (Instrumental) Oh Mr. Reed, I'm trying to explaing, 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