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I'm driftin' past Crusader with a belly full o' scrap
4000 S-C-U and a long overdue contract
Ain't seen another soul since I left Lorville's gate
Just stars, my rusted dashboard, and a half-empty plate
Oh, I'm just a hauler in the void
With a Hull C stretched and deployed
She creaks, she groans, but she's mine alone
Out where the coms don't ring your phone
My fuel runs thin, my thoughts run deep
Dreams of home I barely keep
But credits call from far-off scenes
In tractor beams and truck stop dreams
Stopped at Checkmate near Pyro's sun
Heard tales of pirates stalkin' solo runs
Checked my turrets, checked my seals
Tuned my blues to a grindin' keel
Used to haul with someone in my second seat
She left with the stars, now it's just my beat
Got a photo taped up by the smudge on glass
Staring back at a future that'll never pass
Yeah, I'm space-road runnin' in my triple-fold spine
Hull C loaded up, crossin' quant-time lines
Stacked crates to the sky, from ore to spice
Keep my head on a swivel, them Nine Tails ain't nice
I ain't fancy flyin', but I track that drift
Manual locks, every stack gotta lift
Crack a cold Dark Cruz, hum a dusty tune
While I fly this freight past Crusader's moon
Big rigs got torque but a soul runs lean
Out here, silence cuts like a laser beam
No bar, no beer, no boots on the floor
Just me and this ship and a locked rear door
Oh, I'm just a hauler in the dark
Where the lanes are long and the lights are stark
No honky-tonks in the black between
Just tractor beams and truck stop dreams
And if I ever see her face again
I'll drop these crates and call it the end
But 'til that day, I'll haul unseen
In tractor beams and truck stop dreams