Are ‘Friends’ Electric? 2.0 Information Society

It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat gray hair smoking a cigarette

Now the light fades out
And I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you

So now I'm alone
And I can think for myself
About little deals and issues
And things I just don't understand
Like a white line at night
Or a sly touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you

So I open the door
It's the friend that I'd left in the hallway
Please sit down
A candle-lit shadow on the wall near the bed

You know I hate to ask
But, are friends electric?
Only, mine's broken down
And now I've no one to love