They told me it was weightless, that the cloud was just a sky
But every little kitten clip is smoke you cannot spy
There's a chimney on the server, there's a river in the wire
Honor the planet quietly — it's the floor beneath the fire

I streamed a thousand sunsets while a real one passed me by
The magic in my pocket has a cost I can't deny
A field somewhere is humming just to keep my memes alive
The invisible is heavy — it's the trick that helps it thrive

I don't have to hate the future to respect the ground it stands
I just carry it more gently in my two forgetful hands

They told me it was weightless, that the cloud was just a sky
But every little kitten clip is smoke you cannot spy
There's a chimney on the server, there's a river in the wire
Honor the planet quietly — it's the floor beneath the fire

I'll keep the phone, I'm no monk, I just wake the sleeping screen
Buy the thing I'll love for decades, not the thing that dies by spring
The greenest kind of clever is the wanting that is small
A lighter, brighter footprint leaves a garden for us all

Sixth commandment, honest: the sky in the machine still breathes real air.
Nothing here is free of earth.
Spend the world the way you'd want your grandchild to inherit it.

I'm not asking for a hairshirt or a candle in a cave
Just a little less of everything, and more of what I save

So I love the glowing future but I tip my hat to soil
I keep the cloud from smoking, keep the river off the boil
There's a chimney I can quiet every time I choose to care
The floor beneath the fire is the only ground we share