Dropped in with a daze Through a war torn sky Daymar under me Like a sleeping fire I’m chasing ship parts By a dead-red ridge Keeping my name small Under any ledge No lights on the hull No smoke in the sand Just me and this run And a half-full hand I hear engines far off But I turn away Some days you survive By the things you don’t say Lay low on Daymar Lay low, baby, lay low Lay low on Daymar I’m just passing through I want my components I want my quiet lane Lay low on Daymar Then I vanish with the gain I comb the wreck field For a shield and drive A power plant used Maybe still alive Behind a dusty hill I cut my thrusters hard Leave the world behind me ‘Til I find that part Lay low on Daymar Lay low, baby, lay low Lay low on Daymar I’m just passing through I want my components I want my quiet lane Lay low on Daymar Then I vanish with the gain
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