Lyrics

She sits at home all alone on a Saturday A half a bottle of wine and a computer screen With questions of life and love How much does she believe We hide behind technology Without a true identity He's in his office one day and comes Across her face Scrolls down the file and picture Just his taste Responding single white male And so the story goes His wife and kids are at home But she'll never know We hide behind technology Without a true identity Human heart beating numb, transmit feelings As they come Lost in zeroes and ones Alone again she's at home on a Saturday Keeping an eye on the phone Waiting for it to ring He said he'd give her a call Oh why did she believe To download send and receive, no messages We hide behind technology Without a true identity