My friend was driving to the beach;
Her GPS was guiding.
I wondered, as we heard commands,
Just where that voice was hiding.
Her GPS was guiding.
I wondered, as we heard commands,
Just where that voice was hiding.
A satellite was tracking us
And giving us directions;
Most often, on the money,
But sometimes with imperfections.
And giving us directions;
Most often, on the money,
But sometimes with imperfections.
How does it work, I’d like to know;
It’s really quite amazing.
No longer do we stare at maps
Until our eyes are glazing.
It’s really quite amazing.
No longer do we stare at maps
Until our eyes are glazing.
But every time we veered off track,
That voice “recalculated;”
And after several such events,
That voice I kind of hated.
That voice “recalculated;”
And after several such events,
That voice I kind of hated.
Yet finally we found our way;
The GPS did lead us.
If we’d decided to take charge,
I doubt if it would heed us.
The GPS did lead us.
If we’d decided to take charge,
I doubt if it would heed us.
Technology is in control;
It helps us when we drive.
Before it came along, I wonder,
How did we survive?
It helps us when we drive.
Before it came along, I wonder,
How did we survive?
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