Imagine a slow, rhythmic beat akin to that of the song "Ain't no Grave can Hold my Body Down". Now imagine the low, raspy voice of Johnny Cash. Imagining it? Good. That's kind of what this song is meant to sound like.
Blue Star
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone.
I'm just a wanderer, my home is dead and gone,
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone:
I'm just a blue star, pumping energon.
Well you can take me from the refuges, ship me to the black,
I ain't got a home to mourn, no reason to look back.
And you can take my armor, leave me bleedin' out my blues,
I lost my world and kinfolk, I got nothin' more to lose.
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone.
I'm just a wanderer, my home is dead and gone,
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone:
I'm just a blue star, pumping energon.
Don't say that I'm a coward, don't say I ran away-
Creator willing, I will find another home someday.
Don't say life ain't worth livin', I promise that ain't true,
But just for now, we're lonely stars with sparks of energon blue.
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone.
I'm just a wanderer, my home is dead and gone,
I am a wanderer, my home is dead and gone:
I'm just a blue star, pumping energon.
