He stepped out of the film again   Brushed off the dust and walked away   The touch of a hand was fading from him   A different scene began:      A voice-over through scenes of sunrise   "It feels like someone's using my eyes"   Tinsel wind and curtains blowing   He looked down at his hands...      He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind, a new kind of man      He feels the rain upon his face   He's young again, nineteen again   Blue hills on a distant skyline   Someone took his hand...      An underwater kind of silence -   Humming of electric pylons -   "Don't forget me" fades in static -   Another scene began...      He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind, a new kind of man      Transparent faces from the old school   No-one to project them onto   He drives by 1958   And someone says his name...      He waved out of the film again   He turned and he flickered and he walked away   He felt a distant kind of longing   Another scene began...      He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind of man   He was a new kind, a new kind of man