Lyrics V - 22

Electronic beeps
The pulses and zings
All those gadgets
Those things
No doubt
I would trade them all in
To
Teleport and fly
But not this time
When someone comes on
Like an icon
Just tell them you're fine
Take a deep breath
Take one at a time
"Bye"
There's no meaning
"Why?"
We are all connected
Connected as one
So say the scriptures
And so says my phone (28.8k modems)
We laugh but we're not that modern
There's a reason why
Old rules don't apply
Carry wood and chop water
Nothing is different
Everything is the same
Yet all has changed
Everything that we create
Reflects an innate
Sense of how things could be
Don't talk to me about left and right and wrong
I have to go
I've waited long
In line
Now we all know how we can talk
To each other without words
No matter the space between us
"Hi"
Do that and more if you like
But it's no goal
They're artifacts of being whole
Communication sells
We're all connected
Connected as one
So reads the qabbalah
And so reads my phone
(I am out of touch give me buttons)
There's a reason why
You can try and try
(Carry wood and chop water)
Everything in perfect order
We're all connected
Connected as one
So read the dead sea scrolls
And so reads my phone
Remember aeroplanes once were magic
Nothing is different
Everything is the same
Nothing is nothing
Everything is the same
Yet all has changed