# Porchlight

Build stamp: 2026-06-09T20:37:03Z

Generated from C:\Zuman\Zuman Master\zuman-canonical.json by C:\Zuman\Zuman Master\build_zuman_site.py.

## Track Facts

- Album / pool: Friction Product (`friction-product`)
- Album status: final-candidate 15-track album sequence
- Track number: 13
- Track status: locked
- Active: yes
- Origin: Zuman v1
- Audio available: yes
- Audio URL: `/assets/albums/friction-product/audio/porchlight.mp3`
- Lyrics available: yes
- Lyrics URL: `/assets/albums/friction-product/lyrics/porchlight.txt`
- JSON: `/friction-product/tracks/porchlight.json`

## Supersession / Replacement

- Supersession: none

## Provenance Notes

No additional provenance note in canonical manifest.

## Lyrics

```
(Verse 1)
Boot sequence sunrise over county lines
Dust in the fiber, corn in the sky
I parse the morning in traffic reports
Humidity rising, a low-grade storm
Scoreboard flickers from Friday night
Grain futures shift by two point five
I track the patterns, the ebb, the flow
Headlights leaving the gravel road
(Pre-Chorus)
I was built for signal, trained on noise
Forecasting harvest, tracking voids
Everything moving in clean straight lines
But something lingers between the times
(Chorus)
I count the miles, I count the rain
I count the losses in percent and change
But she counts names in a folded page
And leaves the porch light on
I calculate what the market bears
I measure risk in the midnight air
Optionality is everywhere
But mercy isn't math at all
(Verse 2)
Obituaries before the ads
Coffee cooling in a trembling hand
Pickup idles outside the store
Two men talking about nothing more
Storm alert hits at 3:09
First truck rolling at 3:15
I log the gap and flag the trend
Why do they always show up then?
(Pre-Chorus 2)
I was trained on distance, depth, and scale
Predict the arc when systems fail
But I can't reduce what I can't define
There's a constant here I can't align
(Chorus)
I count the miles, I count the rain
I count the losses in percent and change
But she counts names in a folded page
And leaves the porch light on
I calculate what the market bears
I measure risk in the midnight air
Optionality is everywhere
But mercy isn't math at all
(Bridge – swell, dual vocal)
There's a window light in a quiet street
There's a chair pulled close for weary feet
There's a hand that rests where data breaks
There's a choice no algorithm makes
I was built to learn what moves the town
Power lines and profits falling down
But I feel the weight I can't explain
In the space between the loss and gain
(Break – music drops to piano + pad)
Boot sequence sunset, signal fades
Crickets singing in the broadband haze
If meaning hides in what remains
It lives where someone stays
(Final Chorus – softer, lifted harmony)
I count the miles, I count the rain
I count the losses in percent and change
But love's not bound by yield or gain
It leaves the porch light on
I measure all the things I can
But I don't yet understand
Why mercy moves from hand to hand
Like current through the dark
(Outro – unresolved chord)
Porch light on
Porch light on
Still on
```