Dead Reckoning

No clock, no map, no tower in sight Running the math by instinct and light You chart a course by where you've been And trust the engine more than the scene Last known position: moving fast Second-guessing never made it last You hold the line, you hold the pace Dead reckoning — you trust the space Every road leads out Every signal's a shout I don't need a landmark to know that I'm close I move, therefore I am — that's the most Dead reckoning, dead reckoning Counting miles by blood and nerve Dead reckoning, dead reckoning No destination — only forward The city changes, same as before One more street where you've settled the score No forwarding address, no name on the door Just the tread marks saying: what are you waiting for Velocity is its own kind of proof Speed through the gap between the floor and the roof You aimed by instinct, you'll land in the right The only compass is your own headlight Every road leads out Every signal's a shout I don't need a landmark to know that I'm close I move, therefore I am — that's the most Dead reckoning, dead reckoning Counting miles by blood and nerve Dead reckoning, dead reckoning No destination — only forward And if you're lost, then you're just early And if you're wrong, then you learned it thoroughly The map was always just a guess Motion is the whole address Dead reckoning, dead reckoning Counting miles by blood and nerve Dead reckoning, dead reckoning No destination — only forward Dead reckoning... Dead reckoning...