Verse 1

We set the tripod where the morning breaks

A steady hand, a line that never shakes

Across the field, across the ridge of stone

We find the shape of places we call home

Pre-Chorus

A measured step, a promise in the ground

We turn the numbers into solid ground

Chorus

We map the way, we mark the sky

With every point, the world grows wide

From valley floor to mountain crest

We find our bearings, give our best

Geodesy, our bright horizon

Every new coordinate, a door wide open

Verse 2

The prism catches sunlight, clear and true