Rocket Lyrics

Gusts of un-mended wind

Force the needle forward

Cutting through the atmosphere

The rocket raced onward

The friction was keen

To disintegrate

The skin of the exterior walls

But the engineers fought

With numbers and facts

Forcing the vacuum to yield it all

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Launching forward

Through the sky

My mind soared like that rocket high

But your voice returned

Grounding my thoughts

Crash landing in a pile of pain

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

I'm here at the top of the world

And I don't think that I'll be coming home

Oh oh oh oh

When you're at the top of the world

And all you've got is the end of a microphone

Oh oh oh oh

Gusts of un-mended wind

Force the needle forward

Cutting through the atmosphere

The rocket raced onward

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

I'm here at the top of the world

And I don't think that I'll be coming home

Oh oh oh oh

When you're at the top of the world

And all you've got is the end of a microphone

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh