| Song | The Man Who Knew the Answer |
| Artist | Flash and the Pan |
| Album | Flash and the Pan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Vanda, Young | |
| There's a sign down back of main street | |
| Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
| Took a life to find that out | |
| Lost behind a veil | |
| Born in line of duty | |
| Awakened with a frown | |
| Found it hard to readjust | |
| Closed the old church down | |
| Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
| Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
| Didn't have a number, didn't have a name | |
| The man that knew the answer, he couldn't play the game | |
| Well he drank the cool clear water | |
| And he breathed the old sunrise | |
| Laughed away the mornings | |
| Didn't hear the sighs | |
| Joined the Manhattan party | |
| Found himself at home | |
| Climbed upon the ladder | |
| Left for lands unknown | |
| Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
| Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
| Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
| From the man that knew the answer, that couldn't play the game |
| zuo ci : Vanda, Young | |
| There' s a sign down back of main street | |
| Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
| Took a life to find that out | |
| Lost behind a veil | |
| Born in line of duty | |
| Awakened with a frown | |
| Found it hard to readjust | |
| Closed the old church down | |
| Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
| Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
| Didn' t have a number, didn' t have a name | |
| The man that knew the answer, he couldn' t play the game | |
| Well he drank the cool clear water | |
| And he breathed the old sunrise | |
| Laughed away the mornings | |
| Didn' t hear the sighs | |
| Joined the Manhattan party | |
| Found himself at home | |
| Climbed upon the ladder | |
| Left for lands unknown | |
| Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
| Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
| Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
| From the man that knew the answer, that couldn' t play the game |
| zuò cí : Vanda, Young | |
| There' s a sign down back of main street | |
| Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
| Took a life to find that out | |
| Lost behind a veil | |
| Born in line of duty | |
| Awakened with a frown | |
| Found it hard to readjust | |
| Closed the old church down | |
| Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
| Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
| Didn' t have a number, didn' t have a name | |
| The man that knew the answer, he couldn' t play the game | |
| Well he drank the cool clear water | |
| And he breathed the old sunrise | |
| Laughed away the mornings | |
| Didn' t hear the sighs | |
| Joined the Manhattan party | |
| Found himself at home | |
| Climbed upon the ladder | |
| Left for lands unknown | |
| Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
| Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
| Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
| From the man that knew the answer, that couldn' t play the game |