I laced up my sandals, I stood on the street
I’ve got a destination and I’m moving my feet
But before I hit the finish, I gotta reach halfway
And half of that, and half of that, the fractions start to play
The intervals are shrinking, it’s an infinite regress
I’m trapped inside the logic of a mathematical mess
You think you’re walking forward, you think you’re doing fine
But you gotta cross infinity to cross the finish line
We ain’t going nowhere! We’re frozen in the frame
The concept of velocity is just a mortal game
Divide into a fraction, and cut the space in two
The mathematics of the void is paralyzing you
Cut it in half! Cut it in half! Cut it in half again
We haven’t moved a single inch since the universe began
Now Achilles is a warrior, the fastest on the track
He’s racing against a tortoise with a shell upon its back
He gives the turtle ten good yards, a sporting little lead
Then he fires off the starting block with superhuman speed
He closes up the distance! He runs to the location
But the turtle has already moved and changed its destination
A fraction of a millimeter! A sliver of a hair
Achilles keeps arriving, but the tortoise isn’t there
The slowest never caught by the swiftest in the race
Because the pursuer is always stuck in the starting place
We ain’t going nowhere! We’re frozen in the frame
The concept of velocity is just a mortal game
Divide into a fraction, and cut the space in two
The mathematics of the void is paralyzing you
Cut it in half! Cut it in half! Cut it in half again
We haven’t moved a single inch since the universe began
Look up at the archer! Watch him pull the heavy bow
He lets the arrow fly into the valley down below
You think it’s soaring through the air, a deadly little dart
But freeze the frame at any time, and take the scene apart
In any single instant, it is taking up a space
Exactly its own size, in exactly one place
If it’s filling its space, it isn’t moving at all
It’s a motionless object pretending to fall
A sequence of statues, a gallery of stone
The flight of the arrow is a truth unknown
We ain’t going nowhere! We’re frozen in the frame
The concept of velocity is just a mortal game
Divide into a fraction, and cut the space in two
The mathematics of the void is paralyzing you
Cut it in half! Cut it in half! Cut it in half again
We haven’t moved a single inch since the universe began
Almost there…
Just halfway left
Just a quarter left
An eighth
A sixteenth
A thirty-second…