Rocket's Tail
That November 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 armsIf only for 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 journeyHome to the quickening ground,With no one there to catch it.
I put on my pointed hatAnd my black and silver suit,And I check my gunpowder packAnd I strap the stick on my back.And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge--Nobody seems to see me.Then, with the fuse in my hand,And now shooting into the nightAnd still as a rocket,I land in the river.
Was it me said you were crazy?I put on my cloudiest suit,Size 5 lightning boots, too.
'Cause I am a rocketOn 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...