Space is curved
But I’ve been seeing in straight lines
Lately
Yes I observe
The International Date Line
Baby

’Cause it’s too much, too much
To contemplate the macro
It’s tough enough
To believe what I see
True love and such
The angle of the moonglow
It’s too much, too much
For me

Time slows down
If you can make enough headway
Strangely
When I’m in town
I’m happy taking the subway
Baby

One in ten souls polled
Believes Armstrong never made it
He was safe at home
All alone
With Janet his lovely wife
And a photo crew from LIFE

Einstein’s brain
Could see beyond the atomic
Daily
But if I’m to stay sane
I’m going to need something comic
Baby