In our lifetime

We won’t ever see the whole milky way

We won’t ever touch a mammoth’s skin

We won’t ever walk on Mars and stay

We won’t ever stare at a photon’s spin

Because there’s no such thing as perfect

So many clues but we still reject

We don’t mean a thing

In our lifetime

We won’t ever laugh with Jesus

We won’t ever chat with Moses

We won’t ever choose the best among us

We won’t ever stop our species expenses

Because there’s no such thing as perfect

So many clues we still object

We don’t mean a thing

In our lifetime

We won’t ever meet every human being

We won’t ever greet at our great-great-grandson’s wedding

We won’t ever stop the rain falling

We won’t ever get our universal brain working

Because there’s no such thing as perfect

So many clues we simply reject

We don’t mean a thing

We feel like we need to find the good messiah

We feel like he will guide us and cleanse there’s pariah

But I suspect he doesn’t exist

Anyhow we slide on with the fist

Because there’s no such thing as perfect

So many clues we simply object

We don't mean a thing...