Motion Control Family Fun

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hello, you.
White plastic, cool in my hand.

[Verse 1]
November 19, 2006.
The box sat on the living room rug.
My father looked at you like you were a piece of some other world.
He said, "You just... you just wave it?"
The little black sensor bar, two quiet red eyes on the television stand.
I tightened the strap around my mother's wrist.
She held you like a microphone, a foreign object. Hesitant.

[Chorus]
Then the swing. A gentle arc through the 72-degree air.
And a tiny 'whoosh' came right from your little speaker.
The tennis ball flew across the screen.
And my mother laughed.
A sound I hadn't heard in a while.
Suddenly, everyone was in the game.
The carpet was a court, the coffee table a hazard.
Everyone was in the game.

[Verse 2]
We spent an hour making our Miis.
Balled up our fists, the Nunchuk plugged in with a solid click.
My sister bowled a perfect game, her first try.
The sound of virtual pins scattering.
We forgot you were circuits and infrared light.
You were just an extension of us.
A simple, white magic wand for a winter evening.

[Chorus]
And the swing. That gentle arc through the evening air.
And that tiny 'whoosh' from your little speaker.
The ball flew across the screen.
And my father cheered, a real cheer.
Suddenly, everyone was in the game.
The carpet was a court, the coffee table a hazard.
Everyone was in the game.

[Bridge]
Someone in a quiet room in Kyoto must have dreamed this up.
Dreamed of building a bridge.
From my world of complex buttons...
To my grandfather's world of just... living.
And there he was, lining up a ten-foot putt.
Holding his breath.
Holding you.

[Outro]
The blue light on your face turns to a soft orange.
You're resting in your cradle now.
The room smells like warm plastic.
Good game.