If the story feels exactly like a dream
Don’t know what it means
Things ain’t what they seem
And you can’t just turn the page and let it go
Things that you’ve been told
Are deep down in your soul
But it automates the part that's already accurate. Given that the spot itself is pretty much guesstimated, the chip merely gives the illusion of more precision. At best, it'll speed up the measurement process, since we won't have to wait for the "chain gang" to make a trip onto the field.
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep, and I lay, and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain
Do you remember me like I remember you
In a sea of hands you came shining through
In the mist of time I can see it now
All my life I will remember this
Under a raging moon