It's oh so funny what we think about,
And it's oh so strange that we don't let it out,
I guess we're too busy running around,
To think about what we're thinking.

It's oh so strange that we don't know,
The multitude of things that lie below,
Within arms reach, under your pillow,
Even when you're dreaming.

Chorus:
The Gods and the stars keep blinking and twinkling,
In disbelief,
And my guitar keeps on singing to me,
And me I sing on the internet for free,
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Can you see me?

Verse 2:
We always look out but do we ever look in,
Getting too distracted with the virtual din,
That surronds us compels us to comply and grin,
Happy to be connected.