Beauty of the Numbers

I used to think love was a perfect thing
But I don’t anymore
Well maybe love’s still a perfect thing
It’s human nature’s a dif’rent story

But I found beauty in the numbers
Poetry in the game
When I chart my life by candlesticks
I see the patterns clear and plain
So when your lines keep comin’ up empty
And you don’t know where you are
Just say you’re sittin’ up under a dark cloud cover
Waiting for the shooting star

How you look at your life
Well it all depends on how you read the graph
If you stare too closely at a
Downward trend
You’re gonna flush down with the math
‘Cause even in the brightest climbs
Some shadows will appear
But when the volume rises on a stagnant sea
Then you know that change is near

It’s in beauty of the numbers
The poetry of the game
When I chart my life by candlesticks
I see the patterns clear and plain
So when your lines keep comin’ up empty
And you don’t know who you are
Just say you’re sittin’ up under a dark cloud cover
Waiting for the shooting star

It’s all in
How you ride
Where you get off and
Where you jump in
It’s all in how you ride
And are you ready to play that game again

It’s in beauty of the numbers
The poetry of the game
When I chart my life by candlesticks
I see the patterns clear and plain
So when your lines keep comin’ up empty
And you don’t know where you are
Just say you’re sittin’ up under a dark cloud cover
Waiting for the shooting star