THE ROCKET IS GONE
©2008 SoundDog Music BMI
Writer: Craig Gleason
He chases his past like a child (dreamer) chases dreams
Every single day with reckless abandon
As if he is driven by something unseen
Something dark, and angry, relentlessly random
Some days it don't matter and some days it destroys
So he picks up the pieces and screams at the noise
Then the silence sedates him like a needle with a slow drip
And he lifts off like a rocket in slow motion
HEADED FOR A LANDING
THAT WON'T LEAVE SURVIVORS
YOU CAN SEND THE BEST DIVERS DOWN DEEP WITH A SPOTLIGHT
TO SEARCH FOR HIS HEART
BUT THE WATER IS SO COLD AND DARK
AND YOU KNOW THEY WON'T FIND ANYTHING AT ALL
THE ROCKET IS GONE
His mind keeps replaying a song he once knew
But the words don't make sense any more
So he talks to himself but never tells the truth
When he asks, about the song, and what the music was for
Some days it don't matter and some days it destroys
So he picks up the pieces and screams at the noise
Then the silence sedates him like a needle with a slow drip
And he lifts off like a rocket in slow motion
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