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 . . .
