Woke to a drift in the black beyond,

Where Earth was a speck and the pull was gone.

All I had left was a tattered song,

And a picture of you I kept too long.

You always said I’d chase the sky,

Now I haunt the stars, don’t know why—

There's a wind out here, but it don't blow cold,

Just hums like a prayer through the ship’s old hull.

Now I light lanterns on the Lagrange line,

Signals floatin' through forgotten time—

I leave 'em burnin’ like a porchlight flame,

Hopin’ someday you’ll call my name.

No road signs, no dotted lines—

Just me and my ghosts on the Lagrange line.

I passed a station near the edge of blue,

Where the stars spill out like old barroom tunes.

Heard a miner say, “Girl, don’t go far—

Ain’t nothin’ out there but who you are.”

But I was born with restless blood,

Heartbeat paces like a solar thud—

Can’t hold still when the void calls loud,

With a whisper deep as a thundercloud.

So I light lanterns on the Lagrange line,

Waltzin’ with wreckage and ancient signs—

Each one’s a beacon to who I’ve been,

Floatin’ alone in a sky so thin.

I ain’t lost, but I sure ain’t fine,

Hangin’ memories on the Lagrange line.

Saw your face in a flare of red,

Could’ve been stars, or words you said—

You told me, “Home ain’t some ol’ place—

It’s a voice, it’s a feel, it’s a kind of grace.”

Now I talk to you through static and hum,

To the beat of an old transmission drum—

If love can leap across time and space,

Let it find me in this nowhere place.

And I light lanterns on the Lagrange line,

For the ones I lost and the things I find—

For every word I never said,

For every tear the void has bled.

No goodbye, no grand design—

Just this slow flame on the Lagrange line.

If you ever drift where the stillness sings,

Follow the light where the tether clings—

You’ll find me floatin’ just past time,

Tendin’ lanterns on the Lagrange line.