Rewind

I'm on my way
 Back to the time, before we were wired.
 I'm on my way
 Back from the light of switchboards and dials
 Back from chaos, rewind
 I'm on my way
 Back from the time, of mainframes and lines
 I'm on my way
 Back from the bright, and neon designs
 Back from cell phones
 Back before we were moving so... so
 Summers, open the curtains
 Mornings, I can recall
 One string linking our houses
 Tin cans taking the call
 Sunlight, snapping the picture
 Clotheslines carry the sound
 Augusts making the fiction
 Your voice always around
 Analog dreams, recording the scene:
 We're wiring the trees,
 Stringing the sky, to play off the light,
 These wild frequencies
 And dreams of defiance
 The follies of science
 Can make you feel so, so