Imagine, the girls around town assemble
The traveler’s son they come askin’
Where he came from
‘Cause they’ve watched him
Washing his face near the pond
A curious boy and they wonder
Where he came fromHe says: “I, I have seen the world’s most beautiful places,
Still I feel, as If I’m a walking machine,
Watching it all through a screen
There is nothing in between to me
This might as well not be real”
