Madman

In the dessert of the desktops
he sits around unseen
so his chair became his new love
but it hasnt always been

Hes a madman
he stays around at night
Hes a madman
In artificial light

Maybe hes got no other place to go
and inside it feels secure
one could ask but he wouldnt even know
if it helps him to endure

Hes a madman ..

Hes the hero of the cradle
what a luck we dumped the trees
youd say that he is stable
when his work fulfills his all and every need

Hes a madman..

In the quiet of the evening
when theres no one else around
Creator sometimes sounds misleading,
Sometimes he cant feel the ground

Hes a madman ..

# Winn Nielsen 1997