some things are still a mystery to me...

Jimmy Buffett

Message in a bottle
Rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs made the airways hum

But that's all ancient history
Like clogs and Lincoln Logs
Now we're living like the Jetsons in a wacked wireless fog

Talkin' squawkin' hawkin'
Who knows if anybody's getting through

Toasters talk to Crackberries
Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes as Ma Bell dreams
And minutes tick away

We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation
Still that shit flies off the shelves
The Information Superhighway's crawling like an LA traffic jam

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

Do you remember dialing up
Yes, I remember well
Now I can't go anywhere without my sacred cell

I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me email, link me up, give me a call
I'm A.D.D on AOL and trying to read the writing on the wall

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

Now I'm a real jungle jumper
I'm a Megahertz Man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download in the dropout zones
In every major city 'cross the land
I got Bob Marley on my ringtone
Get up Stand up
Reach out Touch somebody Man

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
And everybody's on the phone

written by Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough