Take The Weather With You - Everybodys On The Phone

Message in a bottle rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But thats all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog
Talkin squawkin hawkin who knows if anybodys gettin through

Toasters talk to crackberries Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes and Ma-bells dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam

Everybodys on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
Youre loud and clear but I dont understand Im a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybodys on the phone

Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just cant go anywhere with out that sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me send me an e-mail link me up give me a call
Im ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall

Everybodys on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
Youre loud and clear but I dont understand
Im a digital explorer in analog roam