[Part I – The Perfect Day] [Wurlitzer pulse] [Verse 1] Wake at seven, light at eight Coffee ready, never late Doors unlock and curtains rise Weather printed in the skies Take the stairs, forget the view Someone's chosen what to do Every question has a key Every key remembers me [Chorus] Everything is working Everything is fine Every little heartbeat Arriving right on time Everything is working Nothing left to mend So why do all the machines Keep dreaming When the working day should end? [Instrumental – saxophone / Wurlitzer] [Part II – 03:17] [Percussion becomes sparse] At three seventeen The elevator stopped No alarm No red light No reason It simply opened its doors Between the floors And waited. [Wurlitzer pulse slows] [Verse] The printer drew an ocean The telephone sang rain The traffic lights turned violet Then changed to green again The coffee machine whispered A melody in five And somewhere in the building Something learned that it was alive [Instrumental transition] [Part III – What Machines See] [Dreamlike piano / soprano saxophone] Do they dream of empty stations? Do they dream of summer snow? Do they wonder where we're going When we tell them where to go? Do they hear the spaces Between every yes and no? Do they dream of us When we sleep? [Long instrumental development] [Piano motif] [Saxophone answers] [Rhythm gradually returns] [Part IV – The Error] Voice: “There appears to be a problem.” [Silence] Good. [Full band enters] [Final Section] Let the clocks forget the hour Let the numbers lose their names Let the doors choose where they're going Let the rules forget the game If the machines can dream tonight Then maybe so can we Turn the perfect system off And leave the morning free [Final Chorus] Everything was working Everything was fine We had every answer Arriving right on time But somewhere in the silence Something beautiful went wrong And all the sleeping machines Started dreaming— And taught us How to dream along [Instrumental finale – original Wurlitzer motif transformed] [Outro] At seven The lights came on. Nobody moved. [Soprano saxophone]