You wipe grease off the mag-lock seals
Hull plates hum beneath your steel-toed heels
Regular haulers know your name by heart
Flight logs stacked where the coffee carts depart
Hangar light catches on your worn-out sleeve
Reflects off coolant pipes you don't believe
You're just a deckhand in the deep orbital night
But that glow makes the heavy feel light
Mag-boots clamp down on the grating floor
Pilots joke while they wait for more
You pour synthetic into dented cups
Top off tanks while the bay door shuts
Hangar light catches on your worn-out sleeve
Reflects off coolant pipes you don't believe
You're just a deckhand in the deep orbital night
But that glow makes the heavy feel light
Vacuum hiss sings through the pressure door
You've heard it twelve thousand times before
Wrench grease stains the cuffs of your gray jumpsuit
Shift ends when the morning commute
Hangar light catches on your worn-out sleeve
Reflects off coolant pipes you don't believe
You're just a deckhand in the deep orbital night
But that glow makes the heavy feel light
New recruit asks why you stay this long
You grin and tap the side of your head strong
Someone's gotta catch the light just right
So the next shift finds their bearings in the night
Coolant drips steady on the deck plate steel
You watch the reflection catch and heal
Just vacuum cold and the engine's low sounds
Just orbital mechanics going round
Bay doors cycle slow as you clock out
Light still catches that's what it's about
Next deckhand nods with a tired grin
You pass the pouch and you let them in
Hangar light catches on your worn-out sleeve
Reflects off coolant pipes you don't believe
You're just a deckhand in the deep orbital night
But that glow makes the heavy feel light
Hangar light catches on your worn-out sleeve
Reflects off coolant pipes you don't believe
You're just a deckhand in the deep orbital night
But that glow makes the heavy feel light
That glow makes the heavy feel light
Bay doors cycle slow
Coffee's hot for the next shift
