Mike Vitale - Infinite Jest Lyrics

Maybe God gave the punchline and we were too young to interpret the meaning
Or maybe we're all just a comedy of errors and so on and on logic wrestles with feeling

Universe, are we all alone in an endless space full of human abstraction?
The chills running up and down my spine, a conversation or just a chemical reaction?
And if God already tipped its hat and gave its last regard
With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars

Who here thinks God's got a sense of humor?
Maybe one day it'll raise you hand
Despite what you've read between wonderment and rumor
Our only sacrament is our ability to try and understand

Universe, are we all alone in an endless space full of human abstraction?
The chills running up and down my spine, a conversation or just a chemical reaction?
And if God already tipped its hat and gave its last regard
With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars

The chicken from the egg or the egg from the chicken
We take it all so serious with our scientific method
If we could learn to laugh with egg on our face rather than be angry, indifferent, and tepid

Mixed up somewhere between particles and strings and he king of kings
We might find an answer
Or maybe God just speaks in stones and trees and the bones of things like an exotic dancer

Universe, are we all alone in an endless space full of human abstraction?
The chills running up and down my spine, a conversation or just a chemical reaction?
And if God already tipped its hat and gave its last regard
With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars
With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars
With Infinite Jest and a question written in the stars