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