Machines

Blackbird hanging on a wire
Can see down into the street
Sings a song about desire
And whether men or angels are born with bigger wings
«until we take the place of the machines
Until we take the place of the machines…»
Lonely lover, just a child
Lies in bed but he can’t sleep
He’ll just watch his chest go up and down
Says he don’t know if you can exactly call it breathing (but there’s got to be
a reason why his heart won’t stop beating.)
«until we take the place of the machines
Until we take the place of the machines…»
Keep singing
«until we take the place of the machines
Until we take the place of the machines…»
Single blackbird on a wire
Sees the cars crash in the street
Says this town could use a street light
But it don’t do much good if it won’t change from red to green
«until we take the place of the machines
Until we take the place of the machines…»