Rockets
Where are the dreams of baby gone?Coz you know it's all so goodYou know it's all gone so fastKeep all your guns at homeI'll keep your momma safeCoz you know she's pretty good too
Where is the night so warm and so strange?That no one is afraid of themselvespick, pick up dig dig out those weedsOut of your happy-go-lucky fieldsOf such polluted thinking
Work through the rockets my fathersWork through the rockets my fathersWork through the rockets, my fathers
Where are the dreams of the baby's going?Coz you know there all going so fastTake, take as much as you canCuz you know its going so fastBut you know it's so goodWhere are the men that mountain so braveThat they do not explode over everyone
Pick, pick up dig, dig out those weedsOut of your happy-go-lucky field of such polluted thinking
Work through the rockets my fathersWork through the rockets my fathersWork through the rockets, my fathers
Where are the dreams of baby gone?Coz you know it's all so goodYou know it's all gone so fastKeep all your guns at homeI'll keep your momma safeCoz you know she's pretty good too
Where are all the dreams of babies going?Coz you know they're all good