His world is under observation --- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view
He picks up scraps of conversation --- Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers --- but no clue
He'd love to spend the night in zion He's been a long while in babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of avalon
His world is under anaesthetic --- Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day
He picks up scraps of information --- He's adept at adaptation 'cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay
He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed --- He's a digital man