My rig sits quiet in the cradle arms
No engine hum no vibration alarms
The vacuum waits outside the pressure door
I've hauled the belt a thousand times before
The pump organ wheezes a salty tune
Beneath the brass stab of a rising moon
My hands still shake from the meteor chase
Finding the rhythm of this resting place
Hangar light you burn so steady and true
Guiding a hauler drifting on through
No storm glass breaks in this steel walled bay
Just the slide guitar where the shadows lay
Dirty harmonica breathes in the vent
Salt air simulated money well spent
Thumping kick drum matches my slowing heart
Gated snare reverb sets the dark apart
The resonator slides on a rusted string
Like a gull that cries on a frozen wing
Tension dissolves in the sidechain squeeze
Wide stereo peace puts my mind at ease
Hangar light you burn so steady and true
Guiding a hauler drifting on through
No storm glass breaks in this steel walled bay
Just the slide guitar where the shadows lay
Antique organ pumps a hymn for the dead
Stars wrapped in canvas overhead
I trim the wick of my oxygen gauge
Writing the log of a final page
The void is an ocean black and deep
But here the water is calm enough to keep
No fog horn blasts no rocks to fear
Only the sound of a harbor near
Hangar light you burn so steady and true
Guiding a hauler drifting on through
No storm glass breaks in this steel walled bay
Just the slide guitar where the shadows lay
Morning cycle paints the bay doors white
Slip the moorings kiss the night goodbye
Engines cough awake the bass line walks
Leaving the shelter of the docking locks
Hangar light you burn so steady and true
Guiding this hauler drifting on through
No storm glass breaks in this steel walled bay
Just the slide guitar where the shadows lay
Hangar light fade me away
Steady now steady now
The light stays on
