[Verse 1] I been chasing ghosts through static holes, Box-lickin’ wrecks, scraping out of control. Every probe I launch drifts off the map, Every site I land feels like another trap. My Heron’s bent, she wheezes when she warps, Cloak cuts out like a preacher mid-chorus. But I keep flying, no station in sight, ‘Cause a dirtbag’s heart still burns in the night. [Chorus – slow, heavy drawl] Sometimes you gotta take a knee in the nebula, Let the cold stars whisper, let ‘em carry ya. When the loot’s all gone and the fight went wrong, Hold on, brother, you still belong. [Verse 2] I seen the W H P D blink on D-scan, Lawmen with fire in their righteous hands. They chase me down, call me thief, call me rat, But I just smile — they don’t know where I’m at. ‘Cause I ain’t evil, I just scrape to get by, Living off shadows with a pirate’s sigh. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fight, maybe I’ll win, But tonight I’m just learning to breathe again. [Chorus – stronger, hopeful] Sometimes you gotta take a knee in the nebula, Let the cold stars whisper, let ‘em carry ya. When the void says no and the wreck’s all dry, Stand tall tomorrow, let tonight drift by. [Bridge – slide guitar riff, spoken half-sung] Ain’t no shame in drifting slow, Ain’t no sin in letting go. Even dirtbags pray for dawn, Even wrecks can carry on. [Final Chorus – gritty, uplifted] Take a knee in the nebula, Catch your breath, let the fire come back to ya. This cold black sea, it don’t play fair… But you’ll rise again, ‘cause you’re still out there. Southern Space Blues, told from a dirtbag’s view. [Verse 1] I been chasing ghosts through static holes, Box-lickin’ wrecks, scraping out of control. Every probe I launch drifts off the map, Every site I land feels like another trap. My Heron’s bent, she wheezes when she warps, Cloak cuts out like a preacher mid-chorus. But I keep flying, no station in sight, ‘Cause a dirtbag’s heart still burns in the night. [Chorus – slow, heavy drawl] Sometimes you gotta take a knee in the nebula, Let the cold stars whisper, let ‘em carry ya. When the loot’s all gone and the fight went wrong, Hold on, brother, you still belong. [Verse 2] I seen the W H P D blink on D-scan, Lawmen with fire in their righteous hands. They chase me down, call me thief, call me rat, But I just smile — they don’t know where I’m at. ‘Cause I ain’t evil, I just scrape to get by, Living off shadows with a pirate’s sigh. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fight, maybe I’ll win, But tonight I’m just learning to breathe again. [Chorus – stronger, hopeful] Sometimes you gotta take a knee in the nebula, Let the cold stars whisper, let ‘em carry ya. When the void says no and the wreck’s all dry, Stand tall tomorrow, let tonight drift by. [Bridge – slide guitar riff, spoken half-sung] Ain’t no shame in drifting slow, Ain’t no sin in letting go. Even dirtbags pray for dawn, Even wrecks can carry on. [Final Chorus – gritty, uplifted] Take a knee in the nebula, Catch your breath, let the fire come back to ya. This cold black sea, it don’t play fair… But you’ll rise again, ‘cause you’re still out there.
