Spacer's Home - Vic Tyler

Space is long and dark and empty, quite a ways ‘tween friend and friend

And you never know nobody when your journey’s at an end

So the place you’re gonna find me, ‘tween the times I have to roam

Is in the bar around the corner where they make you feel at home

Spaceport bars is commonplaces, here you’ll find the common men

Some as rough as three-day whiskey, some as bright as hidden sin

Some as deadly as an adder, some is dumber than a stone

And when they’re not chasing starlets they make spaceport bars their home

Out on Mars, the Winking Lizard lies just left, beyond the gate

Lady Stella does the pouring and you never have to wait

For the rum that burns your gizzard and incinerates your brain

And you hear the tales of Mars before the city-slickers came

You know Ballast Three ain’t nothing, but the Jammer’s worth the trip

Though you better not cross Charlie or you’ll get a busted lip

But the folks there like their singing and their joking and their brew

And you’ll think you’ve gone to glory ‘fore the evening’s halfway through

You’ve a friend at Finke’s Weight when you drop on Heaven’s Rim

Where they free-pour Irish whiskey and they let you tell them when

That’s where Angel watches over you, and when you’ve had enough

There’s a space back in the corner where he’ll let you sleep it off

There’s the Lone Star on New Texas where the chilli’s piping hot

And the Unicorn on Eros where the brandy hits the spot

And there’s Duck’s on Alta Seven and there’s Donna’s on New Rome

And there’s not one man among us who’s afraid to call them home

But for now the bar’s the spacer’s home so far away from home