If I were just a fly onthe table by your apple pie Would you ask me to try and explain how aeronautics made me fly? If I were just a mouse in the attic of your lovely house Would you ask my surmise on how architects designed this place I hide? (chorus) 'Cause there's nothing more that I can say To make you see the world this way So much more than we can comprehend And until we come to grips with this And see the limits of our wits We'll never see that we are only human If God explained to me how He engineered this galaxy Would this be something like teaching rocket science to a butterfly? (chorus)