Hanging out in laboratories
Counting backwards for the practice
I just can’t let that pressure get past us
I can’t care for that pressure’s intentions
Waiting for the world to rush in
For chalkboard formulaic guidance
I might trip, I might stumble but don’t forget
That I always fall on the side of science
On the side of science
I like the logic
It seems so clear
Mesmerized by twirling glass tubes
And solutions just beyond a breakthrough
I’ll have to titrate my hope just to stay focused
Rationing resources with unfailing devotion
Waiting for the world to rush in
For chalkboard formulaic guidance
I might trip, I might stumble but don’t forget
You should always fall on the side of science
