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 it's arms

If only for a moment, I can't see the look in it's 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 it's 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, I check my gunpowder pack


And 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 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 lightning boots, too





'Cause I am a rocket on fire

Look at me go with my tail on fire





With my tail on fire, on fire