My rig sits quiet in the bay
No engine hum no highway gray
Just stars outside the thickened glass
I watch the journey come to pass
The pump organ wheezes low
Harmonica breathes soft and slow
Slide guitar cries through the steel
Night shifts into something real
Docking lights burn steady now
Salt air gone but I know how
To read the beams that cut the dark
Guiding rigs to harbor's mark
Coffee steams in chipped enamel cup
Fuel cells charged and powered up
The gated snare kicks in the night
Brass stabs cut through the pale starlight
The pump organ wheezes low
Harmonica breathes soft and slow
Slide guitar cries through the steel
Night shifts into something real
Docking lights burn steady now
Salt air gone but I know how
To read the beams that cut the dark
Guiding rigs to harbor's mark
Slide guitar sings like gulls in wind
Pump organ chords the storm pinned
I chart my course by blinking red
No rocky shore no seabed
Ten thousand miles of asteroid
Behind me now the void destroyed
Claustrophobia cracks and bends
City pop the storm it ends
Docking lights burn steady now
Salt air gone but I know how
To read the beams that cut the dark
Guiding rigs to harbor's mark
Morning cycle lights the deck
Logbook signed and final check
Harmonica sighs a last refrain
Docking lights burn through the pane
Docking lights burn steady now
Salt air gone but I know how
To read the beams that cut the dark
Guiding rigs to harbor's mark
Docking lights burn steady now
Harbor's mark I've arrived somehow