Rocket's Tail

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 . . .