1973

Life has changed so much because of social media
It’s not like one moment you can be real with it
How is it now, we can’t talk face to face
Have we really lost the art of embrace
You can’t even look in my eyes, why you’re living this internet life
I really don’t know what you’re trying to say to me
I was willing to give you a chance, but you can’t even hold my hand
Only thoughts from the screen I ever see
So put down the phone and talk to me now
It’s like you don’t even really know how
Seems a crime, crime, when you can’t even look in my eyes
It’s now or never, but fine, fine, but boy it ain’t real life
What’s happened to the good old days, before 1973
When people used to talk and gather in the street
Things were so different then
Why can’t we pretend to be in 1973
I’m missing the good old days when we would communicate
It’s like we’re all stuck in some noncontact phase
I wanna hear your words, don’t wanna read some blurb
It means nothing to me, no connection truly
Wanna know who you are, wanna feel real love
Don’t want to see another like with that blue thumb
So put down the phone and talk to me now
It’s just like you don’t know how
It’s a crime, crime, when you can’t even look in my eyes
It’s now or never, but fine, fine, but boy it ain’t real life
What’s happened to the good old days, before 1973
When people used to talk and gather in the street
Take me there, won’t you take me there to 1973
I wanna, I wanna go there
Take me to reality, let’s rewind to 1973
Just you and me
I want to know what those times were like
No smart phones, communication to write
Who knows what life could be like back in 1973
You can’t even look in my eyes, I was willing to give you a chance
Why you’re living this internet life, but you can’t even hold my hand
I really don’t know what you’re trying to say to me
What’s happened to the good old days, before 1973
When people used to talk and gather in the street
Things were so different then in 1973
When people used to talk and gather in the street
Things were so different then
Why can’t we pretend to be back in 1973