Theorems in the Timothy

[Intro]
[Verse]
Feed the ewes at five AM
Grease the rusty tractor stem
Dad thinks I am counting heads
While the sun turns gold and reds
But there is a pattern in the rye
Tracing circles to the sky
(Mumbled: Dang, this TI-84 is blinking red again... just one more sine...)
[Pre-Chorus]
Angles sharp and lines so clean
In the fields of emerald green
Calculus on dusty floors
Hidden behind stable doors
I am chasing down the ghost
Of the things I love the most
[Chorus]
Oh, I am solving for X in the clover
Till the long summer day is all over
Mapping out the stars in the grain
Washing out the rust with the rain
It is just 4-H and a little bit of math
Walking down a secret little path
(Yodel: Ooh-dee-lay-ee-hoo)
[Post-Chorus]
Euclid in the tall grass
Watching all the hours pass
Yeah, I got that mountain pride
With a compass by my side
[Verse]
Blue ribbon for the wether lamb
I am a scholar in a jam
Dad says "Girl, just check the fence"
Math does not make fiscal sense
But the tangent meets the arc
Glowing softly in the dark
(Mumbled: Seriously? AAA batteries are three bucks a pack now? Come on...)
[Pre-Chorus]
Numbers dancing in the dirt
Dusty sleeves on my flannel shirt
Every radius is a sign
That the universe is mine
I am finding every link
Faster than the world can blink
[Chorus]
Oh, I am solving for X in the clover
Till the long summer day is all over
Mapping out the stars in the grain
Washing out the rust with the rain
It is just 4-H and a little bit of math
Walking down a secret little path
(Yodel: Ooh-dee-lay-ee-hoo)
[Bridge]
He found the book beneath the feed
A language he could never read
Theorems next to shearing dates
Opening up the heavy gates
He looked at me and shook his head
"You did all this?" is all he said
And for a second, time just froze
In his dirty garden hose
[Breakdown]
(808 sub kick enters)
(Stomp-clap rhythm on barn wood)
(Banjo wah-pedal swells)
(Pedal steel shimmering high)
[Chorus]
Oh, I am solving for X in the clover
Till the long summer day is all over
Mapping out the stars in the grain
Washing out the rust with the rain
It is just 4-H and a little bit of math
Walking down a secret little path
(Yodel: Ooh-dee-lay-ee-hoo)
[Post-Chorus]
Euclid in the tall grass
Watching all the hours pass
Yeah, I got that mountain pride
With a compass by my side
[Outro]