Rhythm is a dancer
It's a [bad word] People feel it everywhere
Lift your hands and voices 
Free your mind and join us 
You can feel it in the air
Oh Oh It's a passion 
Oh Oh You can feel it in the air
Oh Oh It's a passion 
Oh Oh Oh Oh

How very like the future this place might be
It's a tiny world just big enough to support
The cubicle of one knowledge worker
I feel a wave of loneliness as I head back down
But I'm going too fast

I plunge right on through the office door
And into the bottomless pit below
Suddenly I can't remember how to stop 
Turn around
I point behind myself
Do I have to turn around before I can point?
I flit into a brain field