Armstrong And The Guys

(Kelly/Mann)

High above the clouds

Bring on the trolley

Release three loons

For a screw-top red

And as we watch the Earth diminsh

Will it linger on the finish?

Rest's assured when the bottle's dead

We'll leave a jet-trail across the sky

Just like Armstrong and the guys

Vapour trail against the blue

I'd get off on getting higher

Is it over the Moon for the frequent flyer?

Straight to the arms of...

Jezebel, I hear you well

Or is it Gabriel? I can never tell

And the question's growing

'Cause it's not knowing

When it's coming, where I'm going

I've got a souvenir

I'll take it with me

I'm going to bring

The backdoor key

In case God lets me down

I'll have a place to hang around

It's my old haunt

On my own street

I'll be returning from the sky

Just like Armstrong and the guys

Watching over all of you

If in the drive

A locksmith's van

There ruining my plan

Straight to the arms of...