That Novenber Night, Looking Up Into The Sky.

You Said "Hey Wish That Was Me Up There -

It's The Biggest Rocket I Could Find

And It's Holding The Night In Its Arms

If For Only A Moment.

I Can't See The Look In Its Eyes

But I'm Sure It Must Be Laughing."

But It Seemed To Me The Saddest Thing I'd Ever Seen

And I Thought You Were Crazy Wishing Such A Thing.



I Saw Only A Stick On Fire

Alone On Its Journey

Home To The Quickening Ground

With No One There To Catch It.



I Put On My Pointed Hat

And My Black And Silver Suit

And I Check My Gunpowder Pack

And I Strap The Stick On My Back

And Dressed As A Rocket On Waterloo Bridge

Nobody Seemed To See Me

Then With The Fuse In My Hand

And Now Shooting Into The Night

And Still As A Rocket

I Land In The River.



Was It Me Said You Were Crazy?

I Put On My Cloudiest Suit

Size 5 Lightening Boots Too

'Coz I Am A Rocket

On Fire

Look At Me Go With My Tail On Fire

With My Tail On Fire

On Fire

Hey, Look At Me Go, Look At Me . . .