More than a smile, or a kindly glance More than a greeting or a shot at romance, More than a gesture of good will or assist More than my eyes whose gaze you resist
You'll not be a part of this dull human race Or notice the anonymous, child's face So what that they seek a human touch You're not interested, or at least not much
More than this extended hand More than the beauty of the land More than the senses waiting to reveal More than the heart wants to appeal
It must be important for such sacrifices To decide that yourself alone suffices Surely engaged in some lofty unknown Absorbed, sustained in your own "cell" phone