**[Verse 1]** I walked in carrying old maps, Names of roads I used to know. Talked about machines that listen, Talked about how systems grow. Somewhere between signal and noise, Between the question and the call, You learn the shape of what is missing Before you ever build at all. **[Pre-Chorus]** No straight lines, no perfect view, Just enough light to make it through. Move before the picture’s pretty, Next stop, Foster City. **[Chorus]** Foster City, coming into view, A different coast, a different room. Technical, fast, when the map gets gritty, That’s the road to Foster City. I don’t need the whole horizon, Just the next thing I can see. One door opened into another, Now it opens by the sea. **[Verse 2]** We talked about trust in a black box, How you know when something bends. How a system tells a story When the outcome doesn’t match intent. You measure what you thought you knew, Trace the moment things went wrong. Keep the failures close enough To make the next version strong. **[Chorus]** Foster City, coming into view, A different coast, a different room. Technical, fast, when the map gets gritty, That’s the road to Foster City. I don’t need the whole horizon, Just the next thing I can see. One door opened into another, Now it opens by the sea. **[Bridge]** I asked about building walls and rails, How much structure keeps you straight. He said sometimes speed is wiser, Sometimes process learns too late. So maybe you don’t draw the highway Before you know where people drive. Maybe you follow where the motion is, Then build the road around the life. **[Final Chorus]** Foster City, coming into view, Something old becoming new. Less about knowing, more about moving, Less about proving, more about doing. No perfect map, no guaranteed line, Just a signal saying, “keep going.” From one conversation to the next, Foster City, now I’m going. **[Outro]** A room, a question, A shift in direction. A little less certainty, A little more velocity. And somewhere ahead, Across the city, The next answer waits In Foster City.
