Here's the physicist working in the Fermi Lab, tonight. The lights burn every night, burn in the night. Around every bend there comes no end. He's working in Atom Mine and going down, down, down.
The lights burn in the night, every night. He whistles on happy tune and hums like a loon. As the night passes over like a summer's mist, There's something very grand he sees.
Around every bend there comes no end. He's working in the Atom Mine and going down, down, down.