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
