SCIENCE MARCHES ON (Words by Peter Berryman, music by Lou Berryman, 1996)
(Lou:) The lake dries up and the sun goes down and the rose grows old and dies. The cyclone hits like a wall o' bricks and the swelling rivers rise. The wolf's right there with a deadly glare in the lair of the newborn fawn. Draught kills trout and stars burn out but science marches on.
(Peter:) Drive through CAT-scan, fax on the belt, modem in a wristwatch, Naugahyde pelt. Non-fat lard cake, Bible on a chip, parabolic smelloscope, freeze-dried dip. Laser eye surgery, fusion in jars, paperless government, driverless cars. CD-ROM phone book, edible earth, motherless fatherless Petri-dish birth.
(Lou:) The eyeballs fail and the backbone bends and the hair's no longer brown. The big ears flap and I need a nap and I think I'll go lie down. I draw the shades as the future fades and the past is nearly gone. Your friends all croak and you're old and broke but science marches on.
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