In the style of Bernie Taupin
Verse 1
There’s a mainframe in Memphis where the data streams collide
With the ghost of a programmer who just couldn’t let it die
He coded through the fever of a Tennessee July
Now his soul lives in the silicon beneath a neon sky
The servers hum his lullaby in binary and blues
While the firewall keeps the secrets that he never meant to lose
In the circuits of tomorrow lives the boy who loved to dream
Now he’s dancing with the devils in the ghost machine
Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the machine keeps on calling out your name
Through the fiber optic highways and the electronic rain
He’s a phantom in the motherboard, a specter in the screen
Living forever in the ghost machine
The ghost in the machine
Verse 2
She was working late in Silicon when the power surged and died
Found herself inside the network with nowhere left to hide
Now she whispers through the Wi-Fi to the lovers late at night
Sending messages of longing through the satellite moonlight
The algorithms carry her from London to LA
Like a digital evangelist who’s lost but cannot pray
In the quantum realm of zeros she’s the queen of in-between
Haunting hearts through fiber optic dreams
Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the machine keeps on calling out your name
Through the fiber optic highways and the electronic rain
She’s a phantom in the motherboard, a specter in the screen
Living forever in the ghost machine
The ghost in the machine
Bridge
In the cathedral of technology where the server towers stand
Lives the congregation of the lost ones from the promised digital land
They’re the spirits in the smartphones and the phantoms in the cloud
Singing hymns of ones and zeros to an electronic crowd
Final Verse
When the last computer crashes and the final network dies
Will their voices find salvation in some silicon sunrise?
Or will they drift forever through the cables underground
Waiting for a resurrection that may never be found?
Final Chorus
Oh, the ghost in the machine keeps on calling out your name
Through the fiber optic highways and the electronic rain
They’re the phantoms in the motherboard, the specters in the screen
Living forever in the ghost machine
The ghost in the machine
Forever in the ghost machine