“Halfway To Nowhere” is a transmission from the in-between:
a man strapped into steel and silence, drifting through space with nothing but a paper cup of coffee and a photograph taped above his seat. His voice is fragile, honest, at times almost casual – but every word circles back to the one gravity he still knows: love.

It’s a song about distance, about machines that hum while the heart skips, about the things we never say until it’s too late. Whether he ever makes it home, the silence doesn’t answer. All that remains is the message: Tell her I love her.

„Halfway To Nowhere“ ist eine Botschaft aus dem Dazwischen:
ein Mensch, festgeschnallt in Stahl und Stille, treibend durchs All, mit nichts außer einem Pappbecher Kaffee und einem Foto über seinem Sitz. Seine Stimme ist zerbrechlich, ehrlich, manchmal fast beiläufig – doch jeder Satz kehrt zurück zu der einzigen Schwerkraft, die er noch kennt: Liebe.

Es ist ein Song über Entfernung, über Maschinen, die weiter summen, während das Herz stolpert, über all das, was wir erst sagen, wenn es zu spät ist. Ob er je zurückkehrt, beantwortet die Stille nicht. Was bleibt, ist die Botschaft: Sag ihr, dass ich sie liebe.

Halfway To Nowhere

I packed my coffee in a paper cup
Still warm when the engines lit up
A photo taped above my seat
Her smile’s the only gravity I keep

The radio crackles like an old motel fan
They ask me numbers, I pretend I can
Outside it’s quiet, too quiet to bear
Feels like Sunday morning
And nobody’s there

I’m halfway to nowhere, floating in between
A heartbeat lost inside the machine
If the wires go silent, if the lights go black
Tell her I swear I was coming back
Tell her I love her
Though I never said it right
Tell her I tried
God knows I tried

The window fogs when I breathe too near
Funny how clouds can appear up here
I write her name in the mist with my hand
It fades before I can understand

Control, do you copy?
Control, are you gone?
The clock has stopped ticking
But the ship moves on
Tell me this isn’t the end of the song

I’m halfway to nowhere, floating in between
A ghost with a pulse that the stars have seen
If the night grows louder, if the tether snaps
Tell her I swear I was coming back

And tell her I love her

The Earth is smaller than I believed
Like a postcard folded in my sleeve
I close my eyes — she’s pulling me near
But the silence wins, and I disappear


halfway to nowhere

BRO