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 anesthetic, 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
Because for strangers and arrangers, constant change is here to stay
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
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
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
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
He plays fast forward for as long as he can, but he won't need a bed
He's a digital man
He plays fast forward for as long as he can, but he won't need a bed
He's a digital man
He plays fast forward for as long as he can, but he won't need a bed
He's a digital man