Sing to the audience

It used to be they turned the page
To discover the plots that we made
But now, the story’s just words
Living in the cloud that we heard

of

wires and numbers and power that’s burned
It’s so strange, it’s almost absurd
So we swallow and chew on despair
Try to survive on electronic fare

oh

It’s crazy
It’s so unreal
It’s crazy
An electronic meal

It’s seems it was just yesterday
I had a book there was no way to play
I’d settle down under my sheets
Use a flashlight in order to read

Hey

I want go back, to those simple days
Without downloads or batteries to drain
I want my books in paper or hard
Two perfect covers made out of card

You see

It’s crazy
It’s so unreal
It’s crazy
This electronic deal

So do away with wires and steel
I’ll read my fiction and fantasy
Deny them all my money to steal
Give my dollars for book that are real

Because

They’re crazy
With shit so unreal
I’m not crazy
For an electronic deal

oh

It’s crazy
It’s so unreal
It’s crazy
An electronic meal

Don’t

Be crazy
Keep it real
They’re crazy
An electronic steal