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 it's arms   If only for a moment, I can't see the look in it's 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 it's 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, 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