I tried to call you up last week; I lost you when I lost my phone, (the pitfalls of this damn ‘digital age’). So many filthy fat-cats to take down I need you by my side, And I can’t leave the house when you’re away, So I’ll join the picket line tomorrow, tonight I’ll highlight all the sorrow, From the comfort of this swivel chair, Who could criticise such selfish courage, (Saint Theresa’s woe), When I call your other number there ‘aint no-one there at all, Reminders clog my pores; I know this claustrophobic town is laughing at me, We took a giant leap today, I try my best and yet the things that I forget just serve to trap me, We took a giant leap today, Technophobia is where I’m headed all these static shocks, Are playing with my pulse for heaven’s sake, And yet I’m still compelled to keep you up to date with all those minor, Thrills and spills and ills that fill my day, So I’ll buy my self a ledger or a contact book to save me from, The robots and machines that I can’t stand, And even failing that, when you’re in doubt and you just need to know, You’ll find it written on the back of my hand. When I look at the sky I see a thousand wasted wishes staring at me, we took a giant leap today.

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