(They didn't know where it was going on
But they knew what it was  wasn't it )
We are everyday robots on our phones
In the process of getting home
Looking like standing stones
Out there on our own
We're everyday robots in control
In the process of being souls
Driving in adjacent cars
'Til we press 'restart '
(They didn't know where it was going on
But they knew what it was  wasn't it )
Everyday robots just touch thumbs
Swimin' in lingo  they become
Stricken in a state of sleep
One more vacant seat
For everyday robots getting old
When our lips are cold
Looking like standing stones
Out there on our own