Digital Man

Rush · Sector 3 [2009]

His world is under observation

We moniter his station

Under faces and the places

Where he traces points of view.



He picks up scraps of convesation

Radio and radiation

From the dancers and romancers

Wih 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 adaptaion

Cause 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 play's fast forward just as long as he can

But he don't need a bed, he's a digital man