She closed the window locked her door

Left a mess upon the floor

Television trapping dust in silence

Slow subsidence to obsolete

Lose the moment waste the day

To the wretched cabaret

Given over to a new excess

Distracts possess and encloses her

But she’s never alone with the world on the phone in her hand

(Small town – wide world connection)

And her Daddy complains its insane but he don’t understand

It’s a fix for the twenty-first century girl

See how she lives her life through the screen

Hooked on like its methamphetamine

Four hours a day - no break away

(Communication will be all machine based)

So come out and play - come stand in the rain

(I want to see your face)

When the music fogs his brain

He’ll push repeat and play again

Hit the bottle ‘til he’s all but blind and

Still he finds he’s not satisfied

He sucks the plastic cigarette

One more evening to forget

One more image to reduce debase

No warm embrace just the animal

But he’s never alone with the world on the phone in his hand

(Small town – wide world connection)

And his Daddy complains its insane but he don’t understand

It’s a fix for the twenty-first century boy

See how he lives his life through the screen

Hooked on like its methamphetamine

Praise to you Mr Zuckerberg

Seems we’re better connected now

But everybody’s gone broadcasting

And there’s nobody listening

Hidden here on the surface plane

Where reaction demands no thought at all

The conversations at an end

She checks for messages again

Looking forward to a sad conclusion

Misinformed and misunderstood

But you’re never alone with the world on the phone in your hand

(Small town – wide world connection)

And when your Daddy complains try explain but he won’t understand

It’s a fix for the twenty-first century

See how we live our lives through the screen

Four hours a day - no break away

(Communication will be all machine based)

So come out and play - come out in the rain

I want to see I want to see your face