Love is in the air
And love is on the wire
Mobile, cellular, and connected
Sending my heart down the line
Being rejected or accepted
On the Internet or telephone
It’s not having you here
But it’s not being alone

Love in the electronic age
Is hand holding with a mouse
And fondling a miniature keyboard
In a chat room of this electronic cage
Talking trash or missing wishing you
Compose myself on a field of white
To send my words to try and tell
Then leave voicemail to track
The reason why I couldn’t E-mail
The damn hotel didn’t have a jack
And they hardwired the handset
So there I was stuck with my regret

Love is in the air
And love is on the wire
Mobile, cellular, and connected
Feeling your heart on the line
Taking what we have of time
On the Internet or telephone
It’s not being together
But it’s not being alone

© 1997 Tim D. Coulter Sr.