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Rocket Boy
(album: Perfecting Loneliness)
Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs.
Mess of pills, Hollywood hills, the red lights.
Read me my rights.
Going in a circle, getting tighter every turn.
Think you´re getting better but you´re never quite sure.
Say it´s all ahead of you.
How far can you see?
When you´re living on your knees.
Driver, please, find your feet.
The light´s green but you spaced the keys.
You´re going fast but it won´t last.
You´re all speed and no gas.
Going in a circle, never getting to the point.
Burning up the atmosphere, my rocket shop boy.
You say there´s a finish line, but you´re already beat
´cause you´re living on your knees.
Rocket boy, my only son, you look so sad, but you´re so young.
You get so high. You´re all alone, rocket boy, come home.
Notebook, some notes you took.
A bit hit, with a cooked hook.
Your best friend is you again.
You can´t win but you won´t give in.
Going in a circle, getting lower every time.
Say it isn´t hurting but I never see you smile.
Asking for the doctor and I´m calling you a priest
´cause you´re living on your knees.
Rocket boy, you burn so bright,
and I believe you lie so beautifully when you get high.
You´re all alone, rocket boy, come home.
Dad, it´s me, again. I hate to call.
Could you come down?
There´s been an accident.
"Were you involved?"
"Yes, sir, no. Sir, they say I was."
Got home, cried alone.
The video will surely show.
No one knows.
I came this close to being me, but I lost us both.
Going in a circle and it´s keeping you around.
You´ve been here forever but you´ve never been found.
You didn´t want a witness
and I didn´t want to see you living on your knees.
Rocket boy.
