Low Orbit Sardine Station

(Verse 1) Spinning slow above the blue, a tin can full of light, we hum along the corridors and patch it every night. It isn't much, it drifts a bit, the map is half a guess but it's ours, this little station, in its low orbit address. (Chorus) Low orbit, low and steady, with the soup pots on the boil, a thousand quiet kindnesses just under all the toil. If home is what you keep repairing then we're rich beyond our means just penguins, seals, and sardines on a station in between. (Verse 2) The lights flicker on the night shift, something rattles in the vents, somebody's always fixing something, nobody resents. We learned to love the leaking parts, the corners worn and thin a home is not where nothing breaks; it's where they let you in. (Bridge) So let it drift, so let it creak, so let the seams show through, I'd orbit this old sardine can forever next to you. (Chorus) Low orbit, low and steady, with the soup pots on the boil, we hold it all together on a little ring of foil just penguins, seals, and sardines on a station in between.