Red Rover from Rustic Machinery by Dr. Something

Over 5 years on other-worldly soil,
Traversing rocky, rough terrain
The winters are long and dark and windy here,
And dust makes the sun look small and faint.
You share all the news of everything you’ve found
To those who have sent you far away.
And now you’re trapped in cold, Martian gravel of Silica Valley,
Millions of miles from the planet you came from, but now all your roving’s done.

You held out for so long in a hostile world,
With landscapes so empty and surreal.
You scaled jagged rocks and craggy mountainsides,
And weathered the dust devils with zeal.
Handling data and adversity,
Forging ahead with your broken wheel.
But now you’re trapped in cold, Martian gravel of Silica Valley,
Millions of miles from the planet you came from, but now all your roving’s done.

You dug up the soil with your busted wheel,
And scientists marveled in delight,
Finding the silica beneath the ground, a footprint of water and of life.
Your malfunction brought about your lucky find,
You wouldn’t let go without a fight.
But now you’re trapped in cold, Martian gravel of Silica Valley,
No more transmissions, the end of your mission, despite signs of life you’ve found.

• Folk
• Novelty
• Piano Pop
• Pop
• chamber folk
• chamber pop
• Portland