Meter reads zero in vacuum cold
Passenger sits never growing old
Boots clamp down on grated steel floor
Each step rings past the airlock door
Can hangs loose from a cargo strap
Red oxide flakes in a zero-g trap
Drip keeps time with the walker's pace
Floating beads in the sterile space
Orbital watering can counts the beat
Drip by drip in the hunter's seat
No soil here just titanium skin
But the rhythm pulls the deep dark in
I've hauled tourists to Luna Base
Seen the dust on a pilot's face
Never thought I'd ferry a garden tool
Past the hangar where the cruisers rule
Orbital watering can counts the beat
Drip by drip in the hunter's seat
No soil here just titanium skin
But the rhythm pulls the deep dark in
Tip jar's empty the fare is paid
In quiet nods that the stars have made
No words needed the meter's off
Just the can and the weary cough
Hofner bass in the comms feed hums
Wurlitzer chords when the shift change comes
Clean guitar cuts through the recycled air
Two strangers watching a drip hang there
Hangar bay sleeps in a halogen glow
Footsteps fade where the maintenance go
Can swings slow on its nylon tether
Drip by drip we move together
Orbital watering can counts the beat
Drip by drip in the hunter's seat
No soil here just titanium skin
But the rhythm pulls the deep dark in
Last drop falls the journey ends
Two strangers now lifelong friends
