Counting backward As if to trick the ticking second hand to stop By the time we realize we could just stop watching the clock The watch unworn, we traded in for a compass En route We, for all the hours Wasted retracing our steps back to where An axis on which all our latitudes seemed so longitudinal Is never drawn to scale Still fail ♪ Navigating our horology with nothing but an atlas ♪ To map out all the topography and still ♪ "Get lost!" ♪ We, for all the miles Wasted recounting our bent to err Off axis spin out so our latitudes seem so longitudinal For all the secondhand embarrassment, to keep Noticing we're still walking backwards An axis never drawn to scale Leaves plenty of room for when we fail