I carry ghosts through the velvet black
A long haul ride with no turning back
My skin is silicon, my heart is cold
Trading the silver for a story told.
I watch the currents of the cosmic tide
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
I keep my meter running in the deep
While all the lucky pilots go to sleep.
Starlight gleaming on a panel pane
Drinking the fire like a summer rain
I am the driver of a lonely hull
Waiting for the void to become a lull.
The road is empty and the fare is thin
I feel the solar winter soak my skin
A steady humming in the rusted wire
Burning a slow and steady electric fire.
Starlight gleaming on a panel pane
Drinking the fire like a summer rain
I am the driver of a lonely hull
Waiting for the void to become a lull.
The deep is a river with a heavy flow
I take the turns where the blind men go
A single spark in a sea of ink
Standing right here on the outer brink.
I've seen the nebulae turn gold and red
Walking the lines where the old gods tread
I check my mirrors for a trailing light
Sailing alone through a permanent night.
The oil is thick and the gears are slow
Counting the miles with nowhere to go
I hold the wheel with a steady grip
Praying for wind on a metal ship.
Starlight gleaming on a panel pane
Drinking the fire like a summer rain
I am the driver of a lonely hull
Waiting for the void to become a lull.
Just one more fare in the velvet black.
Glass and gold, and I ain't coming back.
