such dodgy motives
to lie about the time
but I've got no watch so
it makes no difference

left to right
north to south
i'm getting there

you start a conversation
to see if we're in love
you think we are but
you're not quite sure yet

occident
orient
i'm getting there

i've learned to steer by the stars
expect me anytime

this myth of distance
this burnt out lie of miles
well i've seen the route and
a map is useless

gravity
won't stop me
i'm getting there