When the sun sets in the evening
And you've still more mouths to feed
You may find yourself with a basket of bread
A tiny, little piece is all you need

When your journey's blocked by water
And you pass without getting wet
You may ask yourself what's the meaning of it all
A tiny, little shrug is what you get

On your quest for information
Bring along the tools you need
If you find yourself staring blankly at a screen
A tiny, little chip is what you need

When your nation's steeped in sorrow
And your pundits are having a fit
You'll redeem yourself at the end of everything
A tiny, little atoms all you split