You're driving along... about 95 miles and hour Sun's up, it's a hot day And blue sky, there's not a soul around you You're alone Hey little god with your foot to the pedal Hands on the wheel staring

Techno-lust it's so near Human Beings disappear Digital control robots here Daytime have no fear Mind Control will appear Calculators big this year Analog circuits in the clear Silicon chips in

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watching in slow motion as you turn around a