Rockets

Where are the dreams of baby gone?
'Cause you know it's all so good
You know it's all gone so fast
Keep all your guns at home
I'll keep your momma safe
'Cause you know she's pretty good too

Where is the night so warm and so strange?
No one is afraid of themselves
Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds
Out of your happy-go-lucky fields
Of such polluted thinking

Work through the rockets my fathers
Work through the rockets my fathers
Work through the rockets, my fathers

Where are the dreams of the baby's going?
'Cause you know they're all going fast
Take, take as much as you can
'Cause you know it's going so fast
But you know it's so good

Where are the men that mountain so brave
That they do not explode over everyone
Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds
Out of your happy-go-lucky field
Of such polluted thinking

Work through the rockets, my fathers
Work through the rockets, my fathers

Where are all the dreams of babies going?
'Cause you know they're all good