My rig sits quiet in the bay
Engines cold as Christmas day
Stars press close against the glass
Watch the long night slowly pass
Hull groans low a metal hymn
Docking clamps hold tight and grim
Breath fogs up the viewport pane
Waiting for the wake-up chain
This dark harbor holds me tight
Neon markers burn the night
No storm here but silence deep
Rock the rig to sleep to sleep
Cryo-coffee in a tin
Tastes like rust and sorrow's kin
Logbook reads in standard code
Miles of black on heavy load
Hull groans low a metal hymn
Docking clamps hold tight and grim
Breath fogs up the viewport pane
Waiting for the wake-up chain
This dark harbor holds me tight
Neon markers burn the night
No storm here but silence deep
Rock the rig to sleep to sleep
Slide guitar hums low and slow
Matches wobble long ago
Harmonica breathes dust and rust
Turn the pressure into trust
Earth is just a marble blue
Far below the hull I knew
But up here the lantern swings
Guides the hauler's tired wings
This dark harbor holds me tight
Neon markers burn the night
No storm here but silence deep
Rock the rig to sleep to sleep
Wake up call on radio
Time to burn the orbital glow
Thrusters kick the silent dust
Break the harbor's quiet crust
This dark harbor held me tight
Neon markers burned the night
No storm here but silence deep
Rocked the rig to sleep to sleep
Lamp swings slow in zero gee
Salt wind blows through circuitry