| Song | Social Orphan |
| Artist | Saga |
| Album | Heads Or Tales: Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crichton, Sadler | |
| Somewhere someone's standing by | |
| The same game plan, the same aging fantasies | |
| Spruces up the small talk and the smile | |
| It's no wonder, he's under | |
| The pressure of pride once again (He) calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| A number, a matchbook, the night before (But) no last names , and no long term promises | |
| Finds it quite an effort not to smile | |
| It's no wonder | |
| He understands the need to try it again (He) calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| Somewhere someone hit square one | |
| The same contacts, the same tired old double talk | |
| Dreams about a weekend and a smile | |
| It's no wonder | |
| He is under the pressure of time once again (He) calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game (He) sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase |
| zuo qu : Crichton, Sadler | |
| Somewhere someone' s standing by | |
| The same game plan, the same aging fantasies | |
| Spruces up the small talk and the smile | |
| It' s no wonder, he' s under | |
| The pressure of pride once again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| A number, a matchbook, the night before But no last names , and no long term promises | |
| Finds it quite an effort not to smile | |
| It' s no wonder | |
| He understands the need to try it again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| Somewhere someone hit square one | |
| The same contacts, the same tired old double talk | |
| Dreams about a weekend and a smile | |
| It' s no wonder | |
| He is under the pressure of time once again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase |
| zuò qǔ : Crichton, Sadler | |
| Somewhere someone' s standing by | |
| The same game plan, the same aging fantasies | |
| Spruces up the small talk and the smile | |
| It' s no wonder, he' s under | |
| The pressure of pride once again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| A number, a matchbook, the night before But no last names , and no long term promises | |
| Finds it quite an effort not to smile | |
| It' s no wonder | |
| He understands the need to try it again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase | |
| Somewhere someone hit square one | |
| The same contacts, the same tired old double talk | |
| Dreams about a weekend and a smile | |
| It' s no wonder | |
| He is under the pressure of time once again He calls himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the game He sees himself a social orphan | |
| Caught up in the thrill of the chase |