I carry ghosts in a metal shell
Between the void and a frozen hell
My glass is polished and black as ink
I watch the distant white planets blink
No city map and no yellow line
Just a long stretch of a velvet mine
I keep the meter on a steady beat
While cooling vents blow a dusty heat
Starlight gleaming on a solar pane
Like gold drops falling in a summer rain
Drinking the fire from a distant sun
Until this lonely midnight haul is done
I've seen the wreckage of a broken fleet
Where all the copper and the carbon meet
I steer through debris like a rainy street
Feeling the heavy rhythm of the beat
Starlight gleaming on a solar pane
Like gold drops falling in a summer rain
Drinking the fire from a distant sun
Until this lonely midnight haul is done
The deep is heavy and the air is thin
I feel the coldness soaking through my skin
I miss the mud and the river bed
And all the things that the old folk said
A single spark in a sea of gray
I chase the ghost of a dying day
I haul the cargo to a nameless port
Where every greeting is a little short
I've driven miles that a man can't count
Climbing a mountain of a vast amount
I keep my headlights on a steady glow
Watching the slow solar currents flow
Starlight gleaming on a solar pane
Like gold drops falling in a summer rain
Drinking the fire from a distant sun
Until this lonely midnight haul is done
Just a few more miles.
Keep it steady now.
Glass and gold.
