Words and Music by Jesse Butterworth      Caught in the crossfire while the battle raged down the hall    There were no bad guys, just a couple consenting adults    I just had to get away, but I had no car to drive    So my body stayed inside my room    As I slipped into my mind       CHORUS    I'm going out where no one can find me    Beyond this thickened air, where my spirit is free    I'm blasting off with a strum of my six string    Six String Rocketeer    Well, my getaway car is this beat up guitar    And I'm off, I'm off to that place    Where I find my escape      Life as it happens is rarely the way that you planned    Roll with the punches or you'll end up a mad, little man    A broken home was not the place they intended this to end    But the wounds were deep inside my soul   Let the healing begin       REPEAT CHORUS      I step on board as commander in chief    With Sgt. Pepper in military motif    We walk this ship and I nod with a grin   At my friends Gordon Sumner and Mudslide Slim    "Take me to the pilot," I demand    And they lead me to in the Rocket Man   "Who's navigating?" I inquire    As Julio swoops down by the schoolyard    There my soul was as light as a feather   As the Piano Man had us all singing together       REPEAT CHORUS      © 2002 Brentwood - Benson Music Publishing