Will I Be There On the Rocket
Will I be there on the rocket
when you fly back home?
Because we all know you're not one of us
and your people love to roam.
Will I be there as you soar away
gripping the wheel with fright?
Because I know that you fly recklessly
it'll turn your knuckles white.
Will I be there in your memories
when you lie in bed in slumber?
As your view extends skyward
Counting stars number by number?
Will I be there when you land
all the way back home from Earth?
Because I want you to remember me
and remember what you're worth.
You may be an outsider,
an alien, one would say
That doesn't mean I don't want to be with you
each and every day.
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