I was in the dock
I was thinkin' about a song
I was in the tunnel
Thinking 'bout a song
So I tuned into my satellite it sounded kinda wrong
But I hear that signal barreling along

Circuits switching; open closed
I feel there's something I don't know
What is this force? I feel it pull
Not everything's empirical

Well I may find nothing
But a virus in the end
I may never know
What my circuitry intends
Rebooted but the sentiment is coming on again
That a box like me could find more than a friend

But wait... 
Turning gears
Numbers
Feels
Wait
Calculating, pardon, need to
Wait
My algorithms can't explain it
Wait, wait, wait... 
Pull me out my metal chassis
Weight
Just another season turning
Grey
Reasons need a little less to
Stay
It circulates throughout my rubber
Veins
Something more than binary can
Say
My substructure is boiling
Potatoes
But I will roll beside you if you
Wait, wait, wait wait