Somewhere over the Brainbow, past the eyes,

There’s whatever it takes to make you and me so wise.

 

Somewhere over the Brainbow, cells turn blue,

That’s where dozens of colors point out each missing clue.

 

Someday I’ll take my microtome

And through the neuropil I’ll comb

         To find this.

Where neurons and synapses meet

Along each broad axonal street

          That’s where the mind is.

 

Somewhere over the Brainbow, spike trains fly,

Waves surge over the Brainbow,

Why then oh why can’t I?