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 arms
If 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 the 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 seems to see me
Then with a fuse in my hand
And now shooting into the night
And still as a rocket I land in the river...

Was it me who said you were crazy?

I put on my cloudiest suit
Size five lightning boots too
'Cause I am a rocket
On fire
Look at me go with my tail on fire
My tail on fire, look at me...
On fire