In the digital age I'm feeling out done 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 Chorus: 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 open up write a song A computer can't fake But that's the hypocrite in me