Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex
lifeson
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
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