Protons and neutrons,
The electron cloud scattered around,
Atoms packed and lattices stacked
Among billions and trillions of their kind,
And around trillions more they wind,
And we see that they are formed into this thing,
That I and those before me call a guitar string.

We think we see this world but we see a fraction of a fraction,
And even what we can see is just photonic reactions,
And we think that it's gorgeous and that no thing could compare,
But how could we ever know when there's so much more out there.

Protons and neutrons,
The electron cloud scattered around,
Carbon and oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen,
Forming two of the simplest proteins,
And stacked together into beta-pleated sheets,
And out from my finger grows this thing,
That I smack up and down on this guitar string.

We think we see this world but we see a fraction of a fraction,
And even what we can see is just photonic reactions,
And we think that it's gorgeous and that no thing could compare,
But how could we ever know when there's so much more out there.