Digital Man - Rush

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, long while in Babylon

He’d like a lover’s wings to fly on

To a tropic isle of Avalon

His world is under anesthetic

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

Because 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