Swing Lo Magellan

Last night all my attention

Squinting westward 'ere the sunset with a map and a compass

When a man reached up, said something

"There, against the sky, a point of light

Too invisible to give itself to the naked eye"

On the shore, people yellin'

In their eyes a great reflection

In the grid aware their position

Unconcerned with intuition

There can never be no sympathy

From that wilderness so let it be arrested

[Break]

Swing lo, oh, Magellan

Nine-by-six or eight-by-seven

Post a sentinel at the border of what you attempt, what you ignore

I saw my frame in a pool of light

Oh, drowned in doubt and shame, and I knew that I had lost my sight