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
Search forward dating.com, no messages
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