As you're sitting, two seats from the door Look for a moment, through the window fog Choice moves faster than a constant can control Is it ever worth it, only after do we know From me to you, you to me, it's all relative Now and then, we feel it again, it's all relative Reach your hand out, touch the clock once more One hundred eighty thousand miles, could ever be enough For motion carries onward, forever up ahead Understand existence, contemplate your stand From me to you, you to me, it's all relative Now and then we feel it again it's all relative