The song is Everybody's on the Phone by Jimmy Buffett and I think that this is just perfect! There's one line in particular that I think is so appropriate - Everybody's on the phone - so connected and all alone. There is a lot of wisdom in that one line.
Here's the lyrics should you choose to sing along.
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin' talkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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 just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, bring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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 jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin' talkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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 just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, bring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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 jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your 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
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
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