Convergent Series

[Verse 1]
The old Park Circle sign flickers out a low-end sine.
He's mapping vectors in the Tuesday evening grime.
Every step he takes is a variable held in place,
calculating the derivative of a smile on his face.
He’s a theorem nobody’s bothered trying to prove.

[Chorus]
It's a convergent series, this trying to be whole.
Adding up the fractions just to take back the control.
He's getting closer to the limit now, you see,
this restless optimism's its own geometry.

[Verse 2]
The air is thick enough to taste the jet fuel from the base.
He checks a phone that hasn't buzzed, a function out of place.
"Just clearing out the noise," he says out loud to the warm air,
a perfect tangent drawn between his hope and his despair.

[Chorus]
It's a convergent series, this trying to be whole.
Adding up the fractions just to take back the control.
He's getting closer to the limit now, you see,
this restless optimism's its own geometry.

[Bridge]
(Beat switches to half-time, atmospheric, pads swell)
And the rhythm subdivides, a complex plane...
The ghost of a solution whispers in the coming rain.
Each term approaches zero, infinite and slow.

[Chorus]
It's a convergent series, this trying to be whole.
Adding up the fractions just to take back the control.
He's getting closer to the limit now, you see,
this restless optimism's its own geometry.

[Outro]
The terms get smaller.
The sum is getting near.