Fingers press the keys for interface

The printer taps the words across the page

We have gotten men upon the moon

And babies from a spoon

In this high tech finely tuned computer age



CHORUS:

But we've got no system

No system for love

We've got no system

No system for love



There's this vast land of resources

That won't apply to rules

We've got these prehistoric tools...

These hearts inside of us

But we've got no system for love



Satellites twist pictures home to Earth

And high-rise office files store paperwork

We've got the airwaves in control

And wires strung pole-to-pole

We've got a record of each soul from date of birth



CHORUS



There are temples and steeples

And billions of people

And so much potential

We haven't even touched

'Cause we've got no system

No system for love