Rocket To Nowhere

you woke up on the wrong side of town

got yourself a headache-whoo-that won’t quit now

kid charlemagne skippin’ in the ragged jukebox of your brain

just another morning

oh well go out and have yourself a blessed day

bricks in the window you put them there yourself

too many faces lookin’ in

standin’ on the bridge you don’t need nobody’s help

just wanna feel the wind on your skin

  

rocket to nowhere and you don’t mind

ticket to the fairgrounds-whoo-but you won’t ride

you called me last night from the station

where they’re gettin’ to know you well

look on the bright side you said

at least they didn’t look in the glove compartment

and who’s gonna keep your tank filled up

who’s gonna take your midnight call

i’m running ‘round with a flashlight and a net

trying to catch you when you fall

 

i love you…when you gonna come back home

 

three strikes against you but you won’t sit down

you keep on swinging-whoo-who knows what you’re seein’ now

everybody’s gone from the stadium and the lights have gone out

nothing but the moon to watch you when you steal your way home

who’s gonna take you in their arms tonight

who’s gonna say they’ll make you feel alright

who’s gonna know how the morning feels

when it’s rollin’ down on you

i love you...when you gonna come back home