Cross the meridian
First to see the new year
Add a day subtract a day
Depending on the way in which the wind blows
The tower of Greenwich used to mark the spot
Where the great circles intersect
But now this point is averaged out
Globalized, democratized
Me I'm a receptor
Absorb ever little drop that comes before me
Measure my vibrations to define the world around
Scratching in the sand and staring at the sky
Measuring the distance with the naked eye
And I know that I'll be confined
Within the limits of
But I'll never be an object to define
A standard model
In five billion years or so
When we're burning up
From the heat of a star that loved us for so long
And made us who we are
Will there be anything to remind us
How much time was given to
Offset of a theory as it's pushing up against reality
Fifty thousand generations lost inside a calculation