My meter reads in oxygen ticks
Rust blooms where the water seal drips
Hangar bay holds its breath at midnight
Footsteps echo measured and light
Can's iron throat sings slow and steady
Counting soles where the deck gets heavy
Proverb says patience pays the fare
Gravity spins but we're still there
Rusty can counts the rhythm of us
Two strangers bound by orbital dust
No destination just the ride
Warmth blooms where the cold implied
Wurlitzer hums through the scrubber vent
Credits earned and the miles spent
You talk weather I talk route
Silence fills what words leave out
Rusty can counts the rhythm of us
Two strangers bound by orbital dust
No destination just the ride
Warmth blooms where the cold implied
Pressure gauge drops the alarm stays quiet
Your hand finds mine a pilot's riot
No meter running no fare to pay
Just this moment come what may
Hofner bass thumps through the bulkhead wall
Hydroponic greens standing tall
We split a ration protein bar
Closest thing to home by far
Rotation slows the shift change nears
Docking clamps engage the gears
My rusty can keeps counting time
Our rhythms sync in silent chime
Rusty can counts the rhythm of us
Two strangers bound by orbital dust
No destination just the ride
Warmth blooms where the cold implied
Rusty can counts the rhythm of us
Two strangers bound by orbital dust
No destination just the ride
Warmth blooms where the cold implied
Warmth blooms where the cold implied
Meter stops journey ends
