Trivial John Words and Music by Bill Pere

At five years old he'd counted all the blades of grass in his front yard
And he knew how many cookies could be baked from sixteen tons of lard
At sixteen years he could recite every "Star Trek" backwards
And he knew how many leaves there were on the birches in the backwoods
But he didn't know if there was a God...

Trivial John I wonder ,what makes you the way you are?
What makes you ponder why high is high and far is far?
I know it must be lonely living in the clouds
But have faith and in the end you'll find a friend

Throughout his years at college, no one ever talked with him too much
The only figures he'd ever touched were abstract math and lines and such
No girls would ever date him for they knew they couldn't talk about
The outer rings of Saturn or the latest ways of treating gout
And he didn't think that there was a God...

Trivial John I wonder ,what makes you the way you are?
What makes you ponder why high is high and far is far?
I know it must be lonely living in the clouds
But have faith and in the end you'll find a friend

One day he picked his eyes up from his book, he shook his head
He looked up to the skies, softly he said
"If you're really there, I come to you with outstretched hands.
Somehow, somewhere, let me find someone who understands..."

One day while he was reading, a young woman asked a strange request
She asked "Sir, can you tell me, how many stitches are there in your vest?
And How many leaves are on that tree? And what's the quartic root of three?
And what makes your heart beat? I hope the answer will be me..."

Trivial John I wonder ,what makes you the way you are?
What makes you ponder why high is high and far is far?
I know it must be lonely living in the clouds
But have faith and in the end you'll find a friend
 
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