You tune the strings in vacuum cold
Where docking clamps and cargo hold
The air is thin but steel carries sound
Your bow draws circles round and round
Rosin in orbit dust on the bridge
You play the dark across the ridge
No lighthouse beam cuts this deep night
Just friction singing through the flight
I kept the lamp wick trimmed and high
You rub the cake where notes comply
The fog was water salt and grey
Here silence waits for you to play
Rosin in orbit dust on the bridge
You play the dark across the ridge
No lighthouse beam cuts this deep night
Just friction singing through the flight
The hull rings out a cello low
A frequency only spacers know
No wind to carry tune away
Just metal drinking what you make
Rosin in orbit dust on the bridge
You play the dark across the ridge
No lighthouse beam cuts this deep night
Just friction singing through the flight
Storm waves hit the lantern glass
I watched the beam cut through the mass
You watch the ship lights blink and turn
For you the music starts to burn
The ramp lowers heavy on the deck
A shuttle bites the titanium neck
You pack the case wipe strings with care
The hangar swallows up the air
Rosin in orbit dust on the bridge
You play the dark across the ridge
No lighthouse beam cuts this deep night
Just friction singing through the flight
Rosin in orbit dust on the bridge
You are the keeper of the ridge
No lighthouse beam cuts this deep night
Just friction singing through the flight
Bow rests quiet on the wood
Orbit turns where you stood
