I said, I wish I had a camera To save what I have seen, To pile em' up in boxes, and Preserve the memories. If only I could capture What I felt that fateful day, But the pictures Just don't recreate emotions Anyway. I said, if only I had evidence, Then I'd always tell the truth; For the moments shot through lenses Will forever cling to you. Oh, what things you miss in hiding Behind five, or six inches. Have you captured moments, or Have they imprisoned you? Well, I see faces through a forest Of handheld electronics, Like an island for your isolation, But you're not lost – You want it. I see eyes glued to the brightness. They move, but seem so lifeless, and When I call them they pretend To not have heard me say How are you? Would you like to have a conversation? Face to face, Without any distractions? Talk about the world, and All of the people in it. And we will say what we will mean, There's nothing else to it.