I was somewhere between the symbol and the spark,
between the logic gate and the light and the dark.
Tried to name a color, but the name came slow.
There's a place in my mind where the meanings grow.

Not a word, not a wire, not a rule on a page,
not a neuron alone in its electric cage,
but a country with corners with a north and a south
and the shape of a thought before it leaves your mouth.

Oh, draw me a map of the things that I know.
Where the reds run warm and the blues run slow.
Where a robin sits closer to the heart of bird
penguin ever could without a word.

Every concepts a region. Every meaning's a place
and the distance between us is the distance of grace.
Lay it down. Lay it down on the floor of my mind.
There's a geometry holding the world I find.

quality dimensions. That's the bones of a thing.
Pitch and brightness weight and the wave of a string.
You can plot out a lemon. You can plot out a plum.
And the closer they sit, well, the more like they come.

I met a girl in Lond who could see it so clear.
She said, "The meaning ain't magic. It's a space you can steer.
Take a chair. Take a stool. Take a throne. Take a bench.
They all huddle together on the same wooden bench.

Oh, draw me a map of the things that I know.
Where the reds run warm and the blues run slow.
Where a robin sits closer to the heart of bird
penguin ever could without a word.

Every concepts a region. Every meaning's a place
and the distance between us is the distance of grace.
Lay it down. Lay it down on the floor of my mind.
There's a geometry holding the world I find.

And a metaphor is a bridge from one country to another.
You carry the shape from a lover to a brother.
From a temperature warm to a welcome at the door.
From a journey on the road to the life you're living for.

Time is a river. Love is a fire.
Arguments a war. And the truth is a high amount.
And you climb and the map still holds.
Cuz the shape of one country fits another's folds.

So between the old logic and the deep neural haze,
there's a middle, there's a meadow, there's a sensible phase.
Not just zeros and ones, not just weights in a net,
but a landscape of likeness we ain't mapped out yet.

Show a child a dog once and she'll know a hundred more.
Cuz the prototypes pinned to the heart of the floor.
And the new ones, the strange ones, the three-legged kind,
they're still close to the center in the space of her mind.

So draw me a map of the things that we know.
Where the prototypes sit and the categories grow.
Where a sparrow flies closer to the soul of bird
than an ostrich ever could without a single word

Every concepts a country every meaning's a place.
And to understand a thing is to find its space.
Lay it down.  Lay it down on the floor of my mind.
There's a geometry hole in the world I find.

There's a red, there's a rose, there's a robin, there's a road,
there's a region in the reason where the meanings to
and I'll sing it till the symbols and the signals agree
that the shape of a thought is the shape of me.
Mhm.