Digital Age - The Early November

In the digital age, I’m feeling outdone

It’s my brain that can’t spell

And my heart that can’t hold down

The keys to type it out

So even if I can’t read, life’s a puzzle you see

I put together the things that come easy to me

I’ve played with shapes for thirty years

So can the crayons and the colorful paints

They’ll never set foot in the digital age

And play the songs streamed on video screens

We don’t need shows in a digital scene

So give up, so give up

In the last final days

I’m finding my way, hoping I’ll write a song

A computer can’t fake

But that’s the hypocrite in me

So can the crayons and the colorful paints

They’ll never step foot in the digital age

And play the songs streamed on video screens

We don’t need shows in a digital scene

So give up

Just give up

Just give up

Just give up

Just give up