Infantree - Here Goes Nothing lyrics

"I know, all artists are scientists" I had been dreaming that your name was Jeanie Late in the evening, in the Garden of Eden, we would meet And I'd realize in the morning light, too late That I'm much worse off that I was last night Open your eyes To a place where you can make up your mind I didn't notice you were in line next to me And how many more days or weeks will it take Before the robots think or learn to love? Just the way you ladies have been dreaming of When will all the pushes start to turn to shoves? They should've known Shoulda coulda woulda stayed at home They shoulda played it to a metronome Or a beat