You seal The Answers inside evidence bags
I’ll trace The Questions in chalk where they fell dead
Then we’ll race away across multiple states
From a solid to a liquid in your arms every day
I’d love to be all fuzzy ’round the edges
You’d like to stray far outside the lines
But no, we’re fraught with precision
We are fraught with precision
You track Solutions through satellite backdoors
I’ll car chase The Problems off docks on the harbor
We’ll make our rescue in the nick of time
And celebrate our metals with parades of wine
We love to swim in our logic and reason
I’d love to stop my scanning of the future
You’d like to stay outside the inside out
But no, we’re fraught with precision
We are fraught with precision
I’ll cuff The Obstacles pinned to the asphalt
While you take The Opportunist home for now
Then we’ll sit in sun in sand in hand in hand
I’ll tear open some Answers
laugh as hard as can
Oh oh, we’re fraught with precision
We are fraught with precision
No doubts or contrition
We are fraught with precision
