[Verse 1:] Way out past the USC lines, Where the stars are bright and the law don’t shine, There’s a little blue world, no charts to show, Just a warm, wide beach where the cool winds blow. Oceania waves or Cousteau’s streams, New Galway nights like a spacers’ dream. We bring our ships, we touch down slow, For the wildest time where no one’ll know. [Chorus:] It’s a party in the middle of nowhere, No rules, no patrols, just freedom in the air. With the flames burning high and the drinks poured fast, We’re living this night like it’s gonna be our last. A party in the middle of nowhere, Starships parked and we just don’t care. With the sky full of stars and our crew all here, We’ll sing out loud, raise another cheer. [Verse 2:] We’ve danced with danger, we’ve dodged the fight, But tonight we’re kings under starlight. Hunting and fishing, we share the spoils, With a campfire blazing from driftwood and coils. There’s Jack with his Greyhound, slick and lean, And Carla’s tramp freighter, a patched-up dream. We trade tall tales and toast to the sky, To the pirates we beat and the friends who fly high. [Chorus:] It’s a party in the middle of nowhere, No rules, no patrols, just freedom in the air. With the flames burning high and the drinks poured fast, We’re living this night like it’s gonna be our last. A party in the middle of nowhere, Starships parked and we just don’t care. With the sky full of stars and our crew all here, We’ll sing out loud, raise another cheer. [Bridge:] Oh, the patrol can chase, but they’ll never find, The place where we gather, where the stars align. It’s a nowhere dot, it’s a spacers’ code, Our secret haven on a dusty road. We’ll dance till the dawn, till the engines ignite, And the middle of nowhere feels oh so right. [Electric Guitar solo] [Chorus:] It’s a party in the middle of nowhere, No rules, no patrols, just freedom in the air. With the flames burning high and the drinks poured fast, We’re living this night like it’s gonna be our last. A party in the middle of nowhere, Starships parked and we just don’t care. With the sky full of stars and our crew all here, We’ll sing out loud, raise another cheer. [Outro:] So here’s to the Greyhounds, the freighters, the crew, Here’s to the wild nights and skies so blue. When the stars call us back, we’ll be on our way, But the middle of nowhere is where our hearts stay. [Instrumental Outro]
