You think you've figured it out, with all your fancy talk
The answer's not so clear, so don't be a smart-ass and balk
Your analysis is flawed, the neurons you see
Don't tell the whole story, that's not how it should be
You say it's in your head, your chest and your spine
But you, my friend, have left something behind
It's in your soul, your spirit, and your heart
The things that make you you, they can't be torn apart