Technology


Blue out of my window
And birds singing their song
Trees growing so tall
And then they fall
And then they fall

Grass growing so fast
Clouds rolling on by
Sunshine beams through my window
And so I sigh
And so I sigh

I wish I could be there
Under the tree
For now I am stuck here
With technology 
Oh no

Soft cool island wave
Drifting by my face
Smells of salt from the seashore
Oh what a bore
Oh what a bore

I wish they could see it
It’s perfect indeed
Buy they’ve all been sucked in
By technology 
Oh no