Welcome To The Black

Fresh paint on a borrowed hull Rental tag on the landing strut Helmet on, hands kind of shaking First lift-off from the city floor Chat fills with “where you flying?” Someone laughs, someone sets a course Cargo dreams in an empty hold Eyes wide at that first jump’s roar Welcome to the black, free fly fever New callsigns lighting up the sky Every rookie run, every wobbling reclaimer All these strangers learning how to fly If you spin, if you burn, it’s all part of the story From the hangar to the endless night Welcome to the black, free fly fever Make a mess, make it yours, take flight Wrong pad, then a parking fine Dead stop at a random node First time seeing Stanton’s sun Reflections on a scratched-up nose Drift close to a drifting wreck Ping hits and your pulse jumps too Is it profit, is it danger? Either way, it’s calling you Welcome to the black, free fly fever New callsigns lighting up the sky Every rookie run, every wobbling reclaimer All these strangers learning how to fly If you spin, if you burn, it’s all part of the story From the hangar to the endless night Welcome to the black, free fly fever Make a mess, make it yours, take flight They’ll learn the lanes They’ll learn the lies Of pirates waving friendly signs They’ll scrape their paint On docking arms And brag about those crooked scars Welcome to the black, free fly fever New callsigns lighting up the sky Every rookie run, every wobbling reclaimer All these strangers learning how to fly If you spin, if you burn, it’s all part of the story From the hangar to the endless night Welcome to the black, free fly fever Strap in tight, let the stars ignite