He's the high priest of the future

Controlled experiments are his specialty

Sewing up questions with mental sutures

Trying to make some sense out of reality



A renaissance man

Tearing himself from The Rock

A renaissance man

Tearing himself from The Rock



It's from "star stuff" that he's made

It's the cosmos that gave him life

How does that help him feed the poor

How does that help him love his wife



Chorus



He's cast away all thoughts of heaven

His science is full of preconceptions

His answers make me ask more questions

How many can wait on evolution



Chorus



He needs to live

On the sides of the north

In the city of Reformation

That's where he'll find his life



Chorus