The Ethernet

As night comes to the city, she's working hard on her computer

She takes her work and bundles it up now, and then she shrugs her shoulders

Slowly plods her way downstairs, drops the key off, starts the motor,

Saves her life on tiny disks, they're not backed up, but she'll take that risk.

Give or take an hour or two, he'll be heading in the same direction

Swapping one desktop for another in the search for his reflection

Figures dance before their eyes, but keep the world outside at distance

Help to keep outside - the night.

Four floors up he knows she's gone, he felt the movement in the ether

With the city spread below, he calls to her across suburbia,

The city will not carry his voice tonight.

Back at home the keys still click to the rhythm of their isolation

The flicker on the VDU's got the same old shade of grey frustration

Both the desktops look the same in the quiet of their bedrooms

Help to keep outside - the night.

Four floors up he knows she's gone, he felt the movement in the ether

With the city spread below, he calls to her across suburbia,

Though the tiny icon lights up green in an empty room but goes unseen,

She can't hear his hi-fi - Joni singing:

"everything comes and goes,

pleasure moves on too early, trouble leaves too slow" - not tonight

He never knows if he'll be found, running for the underground

But she looks for him in there

Scanners trace him through the park, a red dot moving through the dark

She waits for him in there,

All the anger, all the pain, surfaces inside again

All the passion, all the sex, all the heat of being...

cyber - ex

Waiting on the Ethernet, but he's not connected yet.