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 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 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.
  Hey, look at me go, look at me...