Lyrics Copyright 2025: RiftRoamers RPG Music by Mirco Adam [Verse 1] Born on a coreworld, where the skies are clean, Where the streets shine bright and the air don’t sting. Mama said, “Baby, don’t wander too far, The outback’s wild and it’ll leave you scarred.” But dreams don’t fit in a polished town, So I packed up my boots, left the stars behind. Headed for a place where the suns burn red, And the maps stop reading what the locals said. [Pre-Chorus] Now the dust don’t care what your name might be, And the void don’t mind who you’re tryin’ to be. One step outta Eridan’s gleam, And nothing’s quite like it seems. [Chorus] I believe we ain’t on Eridan anymore, Where the rules ain’t clear and the skies are war. Gone past the gates, and the light turned strange, Where grit’s the gold and the stars rearrange. I believe we ain’t in Eridan anymore, This ain’t home, it’s the outback floor. [Verse 2] Traders talk tough with their eyes cast down, In bars on Blue, there’s a lawless sound. Gunslingers deal, while the miners swear, Ain’t no heroes here, just folks who dare. Out past Oceania’s green seas and tide, Where the Cetadeani ships slip through and hide. It’s rust, it’s dust, it’s a hard man’s pay, You survive or you learn the price you’ll pay. [Pre-Chorus] Where a friend’s a weapon, an enemy’s near, And your word’s the only thing you keep clear. One step outta Lalande’s shore, And you don’t know Kansas no more. [Chorus] I believe we ain’t on Eridan anymore, Where the rules ain’t clear and the skies are war. Gone past the gates, and the light turned strange, Where grit’s the gold and the stars rearrange. I believe we ain’t in Eridan anymore, This ain’t home, it’s the outback floor. [Bridge] But I’d take my chances in this dust-choked land, With a busted hull and a calloused hand. ‘Cause life’s too quiet where the air’s too clean, And freedom’s found on the edge of the mean. [Chorus] I believe we ain’t on Eridan anymore, Where the rules ain’t clear and the skies are war. Gone past the gates, and the light turned strange, Where grit’s the gold and the stars rearrange. I believe we ain’t on Eridan anymore, This ain’t home, it’s the outback floor. [Outro] So tell Mama I’m fine, though my hands are torn, I believe we ain’t on Eridan anymore. Yeah, I’m breathing dust, but I’m living raw, I’ll find my place where the stars still draw. [Instrumental guitar solo] [Instrumental outro] [End]
