Same Old Story

Born to open for
Mankind nature's door
A life known by a few
And those who knew that shared
Their knowledge fewer cared
About what plants could do
For most felt it was mad to conceive
That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we
But with instruments Bose would devise
Would take science itself by a surprise, so

On we go
To where, who knows?
To a place where there's still non-believers
What will it take
For Heaven's sake
For those who find what's real too hard to believe in?
It's that same old story again

Born of slaves who died
Too soon to realize
The need his life would be
Selflessly, he gave
His wisdom to a way
Where first no minds would see
He said if farm land was to be rich
We must plant crops to replenish it
But it took him persuasion and tests
To convince them Carver's way was best, so

On we go
To where, who knows?
To a place where there's still non-believers
What will it take
For Heaven's sake
For those who find what's real too hard to believe in?
It's that same old story again, ooh