Tabletop Calculus

[Verse 1]
Same worn Formica, where fractions felt steep,
Now dollar amounts, promises I keep.
Beneath the overhead light, a solitary gleam,
Every crisp note a chapter, a half-forgotten dream.
Remembering the quiet hum, immigrant parents' unseen labor,
Building a future from splintered timber, no grand savior.

[Chorus]
Kitchen table calculus, a silent, solitary spin,
Counting up the currency, where the true work truly begins.
Same wooden grain, different kind of gain,
From textbook pages to lessons in rain.

[Verse 2]
Ghost of a pencil mark, a faded ink trail,
Beside a stack of hundreds, defying the gale.
Each bill a beam shoring up dreams I used to sketch,
Beyond the roti shops, the urban life I fetch.
Hear the faint rhythm from Jane and Finch, a boom-bap beat,
While calculating futures, bittersweet and complete.

[Chorus]
Kitchen table calculus, a silent, solitary spin,
Counting up the currency, where the true work truly begins.
Same wooden grain, different kind of gain,
From textbook pages to lessons in rain.

[Bridge]
This ain't just paper, it's the timber and frame,
For the unspoken futures, whispering a name.
The quiet dignity of unseen labor, the foundation laid,
A concrete blueprint from the sacrifices made.

[Outro]
Kitchen table calculus, different math now,
Unseen labor, foundational vow.