The King of Ceres

Verse 1

Silver hair

Polished and perfect

Fourteen clocks on the bulkhead

None of them agree

Coffee's cold

The filter is failing

I send a note to the home world

Wait for the ghost of a reply

Forty-four minutes

Just to hear him say no

Chorus

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Megatons and middle ground

I'm the king of a rock spinning round

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Verse 2

The signal lag

It's a heavy hammer

Ceres is shouting at Vesta

I’m stuck in the gap

Quarterly reports

Written in a vacuum

A little more iron

A little less soul

Hard numbers

Cold vacuum

Dead eyes

Looking at the screen again

Chorus

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Megatons and middle ground

I'm the king of a rock spinning round

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Bridge

Earth is a blue marble in a jar

A memory of rain and a high-speed car

But the belt is a desert of floating grey

Where I trade my life for the corporate way

I trade my life

I trade my life

I trade my life

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

Regional sync

The feed is grainy

Twelve angry voices

None of them are mine

Toss the data

To the man in the mansion

He’s sleeping in silk

While I’m breathing the recycled air

One more week

One more rock

Chorus

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Megatons and middle ground

I'm the king of a rock spinning round

Moving dirt across the stars

Counting every gram in the dark

Outro

Forty-four minutes

Signal lost

Just a manager

In the belt

Forty-four minutes

Lost

Lost

Lost