Rocket Man : Still flying


It’s cold as Hell up here in outer space.
I left the old me way behind.
It’s hard to see that there’s another way.
I always said that I wanted to fly.


But now I’m way up here, spinning out of control.
I need a safe space to reel me in, but I can’t grab a hold.
So I’m gonna fly even higher than I’ve ever been before.
I’m a rocket man who is swimming far away from the shore.


I never wanted to be a rocket man.
They just let me go alone, so I took the chance.


And I think I’m gonna find a way to be,
Got wings attached, no ejector seat
And I’m travelling faster than I ever should,
I’ve gone a million miles further than they said I could.


Left Mars behind, I think it’s been gone a year.
No turning back time now, the Earth’s not here.
A distant star that I can no longer see.
I’m drifting away and there’s no tractor beam.


I never wanted to be a rocket man.
They just let me go alone, so I took the chance.


Man on a mission, searching galaxies.
A lonely man in space alone.
I fly with shooting stars, they comfort me.
I guess we’re both a long, long way from home.


My destination is the universe.
A forward explorer from way away.
Forever searching for the perfect words,
But all I find is more stars in space.


I never wanted to be a rocket man…


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I
The Rocket-man and the Dotard went to sea
    In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some ego, and plenty of hardblow,
    Wrapped up in a billion dollar note.
The Dotard picked up his glass of coke,
    And barked to a small guitar,
'O what a *****! A *****, a joke,
      O What a ***** you are,
          You are,
          You are!
O What a ***** you are!'
 
II
RM said to the Dotard, 'You massive *******!
    You soundeth just like a dog!
O let us send nukes, no need for the troops:
    Turn the world into rubble and fog.'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
    To the land where the Rhetoric grows
And there in a wood the 20th century stood
    With a tear at the end of his nose,
          His nose,
          His nose,
With a tear at the end of his nose.
 

III
'20th C, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your compassion and knowledge and learning?'
    'Compassion' said he? 'Get down on one knee.'
But neither could bow to the world’s yearning
They instructed their slaves, to send Hbombs in waves
Their anger writ large with aplomb
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
    They danced by the light of the bomb,
          The bomb,
          The bomb,
They danced by the light of the bomb.