Wake to the boom of a flyover Shadows cutting across the bay Blue and gold on the station banners Every dock lit up today Lines snake round the expo hangar Kids on shoulders Eyes pulled high Posters peeling on the bulkhead “Honor those who hold the sky” Invictus Launch Week We stand and we stare as the warships creep Steel and fire in a silent sweep Invictus Launch Week Fleet Week Hearts beat in time with the engines’ heat We’re small But we still believe Under that endless sea of gleam Javelin tied to the outer gantry Guided tours through its wounded frame Scorch marks like old campaign medals Every plate has a story A name Recruiters smiling in pressed black jackets “Sign here Make your parents proud” Free rides out of the Orison skyline Cold seats Loud thoughts Bright clouds Invictus Launch Week We stand and we stare as the warships creep Steel and fire in a silent sweep Invictus Launch Week Fleet Week Hearts beat in time with the engines’ heat We’re small But we still believe Under that endless sea of gleam Gunships gliding past the glass Cargo haulers Loaded fast Shuttles ferrying all the fans Down to test what they could command Is this duty Is this dream? Or a sales pitch wrapped in gleam? Still we gather Still we cheer Every year Every year (oh) Invictus Launch Week We stand and we stare as the warships creep Steel and fire in a silent sweep Invictus Launch Week Fleet Week Hearts beat in time with the engines’ heat We’re small But we still believe Under that endless sea of gleam
