[Intro]

A cursor blinks on a waiting file.
Nobody has signed it yet.
Three million rows about to speak—
Nobody knows what they will say.

[Verse]

FINAL_CLEAN_V7
Sits glowing on my screen.
Three million rows of customer truth,
Or something in between.

"Martinsen" becomes "Martin Sun,"
Two birthdays share one name.
A contract ends before it starts,
Then starts before it came.

The country field says "London,"
The currency says "None."
A record marked deleted
Still approves what has been done.

[Refrain]

The data is mostly there,
Victor says from somewhere.
Mostly named and mostly dated,
Mostly merged and duplicated.
The data is mostly there—
But mostly is not anywhere.

[Verse]

A missing value wears a zero,
A zero passes for a fact.
Seven teams exported seven truths
That no one can put back.

The customer called "Test Account"
Has revenue for years.
A thousand closed complaints remain
Because they disappeared.

I circle every silent field
In my notebook, black on white.
Absence is not evidence,
And blank does not mean right.

[Pre-Chorus]

You cannot train around a hole
By giving it a cleaner role.
You cannot average two mistakes
And call the middle safe.

[Chorus]

The data is mostly there,
Enough to build a claim from air.
The data is mostly there—
Until you ask it to compare.
Every gap becomes a guess,
Every guess becomes success.

[Drum Break]

[Bridge]

I trace one customer through five IDs,
Five spelling rules, three legal entities.
Victor asks, "Can Phoenix learn?"
I answer, "Yes—once we know why it broke."

[Final Chorus]

The data is mostly there,
But truth requires repair.
The data is mostly there—
That sentence is a warning flare.
Until the gaps are understood,
"Mostly there" is not "good."

[Outro]

FINAL_CLEAN_V7
Remains open after five.

I save my notes as QUESTIONS_FIRST.

The rows continue to arrive.