a song about the aftermath of math and perhaps the most important thing to know is that I am on a "path" and I see the "road" is dead
poetry to music
Story behind the song
How can a tear not be "wet"? Well cry long enough and you'll know. But in this song the dry tear is a metaphor referring to genetically modified fruit.
Lyrics
As I wandered down this path
I saw the fork was dead
I looked down, and I believed
It must be from the math
Turn my head in mystery
It shocked my eyes to see
The tree right there did have a tear
And I sensed it was not free
Oh tree it just cant be
So Turn around and dont forget
The tear that was not wet
Close my mouth to stop the air
This taste is everywhere
These thoughts of numbers in a wrath
It must be from the math
Beware with each step I take
Will the journey slow when nothing shows
The wind that would not blow
A fantasy this path would end
And I would find a friend
But on a hill, I got a chill
When I saw my path again
So here I go again
Then the thought occurred to me
This is the aftermath
Surely I will find the end
All I need is a little time
Tell me that you'd do it again
And a friend is at the end
'Cause on a hill, I got a chill
When I saw my path again
So here I go again