Simon Bookish Synchrotron
Can you see, can you see, can you see see Sirius?
Do you know her luminosity?
Can you read, can you read, can you read the stars?
Though this is not astrology
Do you know, do you know, do you know if you're alive or dead
Or asleep or awake?
Could you tell, could you tell at all?
The only journey that I professed to know
Was catalogs and indices
Some queer bookish Ulysses
Can you build, can you build, can you build the atom?
Particle by particle?
Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear the stars?
And the music of the spheres?
Can you feed, can you feed, can you feed the entire population?
Every boy, every girl?
Could you supply, could you supply them all?
You thought you'd found the answer to everything
Turns out you were wrong
Turns out you were wrong
Assumed you weren't the idiot, but omniscient
But you didn't build
The synchrotron
Can you see?
Can you read?
Can you think?
Can you build?
The synchrotron
The synchrotron
How insignificant you are
