Lying on our backs,
On the cooling tarmac of a country road, we watched the stars,
We watched them fall.
And you made 36, I got as far as 49, before we laughed aloud
Raced back to the house again,
With no idea at all....
.... of our own position in infinity
Beware of the promises of songs
When you know the road ahead can be so long,
As we watched the stars that night
We had no more idea of our plight,
Than an earthworm beneath the tripod
Of the surveyor's theodolite