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're all connected, connected as one
So say the scriptures, and so says my phone
(Twenty-eight point eight k modеms)
We laugh but we're not that modеrn

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
The 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