Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic Quarter in a payphone

It's who I am and what I feel My life is automatic Up in the air, it's what I breathe And it is never static So lift me up and take me high And make me everlasting 'Cause I am automatic Please can you save me from myself? Don't let it go