How Can It Be

I’ve read Francis Bacon and studied the Bible
I’ve learned Enlightenment knowing
The triumph of logic and science is vital
For keeping Man’s mastery growing
I know without a doubt
That reason can find out
How things are going
I trust in education
And yet I am at my wits' end
What defies all explanation
I refuse to understand
Dear Lord, how can it be?
It’s baffling me
You gave us science and good sense
To save us all from Hell
How can it be that all the rules
Of reason and society
Are undone by music’s magic spll?
A child can be trained to do things that are awsome
The key is a good education
A gift is a seed: if you want it to blossom
It certainly needs cultivation
And though that’s clear to me
Seeing a mystery
I can’t play possum
Every work needs some correction
There are flaws in every one
Here’s an absolute perfection
And I don’t know how it’s done
Dear Lord, how can it be?
It’s baffling me
You gave us science and good sense
To save us all from Hell
How can it be that all the rules
Of reason and society
Can be undone by music’s magic spell?
How can it be that all the rules
Of reason and society
Can be undone
By such an arrogant, impertinent
Disorderly, discourteous
Unmannerly, tenacious
Mischief-maker
And by music’s magic spell?