Rocket

Gusts of unmended 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 unmended 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



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Johnston
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