This corner of universe is so sad, in its lonely
stories, but no one can find it,the thing is: we
 are all alone in the place because the cargos
takes us form unknown places to undiscovered
ones, so sometimes our paths can concour
or divert on inimaginable
ways.
We are the ones that are choosen to carry the 
world on our shoulders to make the machine run
on power of the things we transport, so we are 
the ones that keep the galaxy running.

Today the Altair Vessel commander called me to 
explain the things that we needed to do.

So the world is our road
And here we are again, did you miss me?
How many countless lives have you thorn apart 
this time? And its always nice  for you and i
to have these little  chats...