Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

His world is under observation ---
We monitor his station
Under faces and the places
Where he traces points of view

He picks up scraps of conversation ---
Radio and radiation
From the dancers and romancers
With 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 adaptation
'Cause for strangers and arrangers
Constant change is here to stay

He's got a force field and a flexible plan
He's got a date with fate in a black sedan
He plays fast forward for as long as he can
But he won't need a bed ---
He's a digital man