Rogue Orbit

[Verse 1]
3:47 on the microwave clock.
He sets the phone down by his mother's bonsai pot.
The screen goes dark, a silent black hole pull.
Air in the bungalow is suddenly too full.
The only sound's the low-volt hum, the whir of the filter tank.
Another light-year burned, another balance in the bank.

[Chorus]
Call it rogue orbit, call it a brand new sun.
This quiet dark is where the gravity's begun.
Yeah, he's gonna spin right,
Starting tonight.

[Verse 2]
The drafting chair holds static, a low electric sigh.
He traces constellations on the salt-stain in the sky.
His father's voice, a radio ghost across the Tidewater expanse,
"Son, any dead star can still give planets a second chance."

[Chorus]
Call it rogue orbit, call it a brand new sun.
This quiet dark is where the gravity's begun.
Yeah, he's gonna spin right,
Starting tonight.

[Bridge]
(Static clears)
(New meridian)
(No more fear)
(Begin again)

[Outro]
The needle finds the vinyl's edge.
A defiant, joyful pledge.