I was born in a library, grew up in telephony
Now I'm all wrapped up in a cyber-cacoon you see
And I'm sure you'll all agree
We bump along and we live almost free
You slip and you fall you got nothing at all
You look but you do not see
You look but you do not see
Instant message or email me
You got so many choices if you wanna get in touch with me
But I like it face to face, just like it used to be
So stop all your whinin'
Your PC is grindin'
You slip and you fall you got nothin' at all
You look but you still do not see