Rocket (Lyrics)


Ionne standing on a rock formation watching a supernatural light show in the night sky
Photo by Susan Warner-Lambert

Word and music by Ionne


They all said we'd heal

On a rocket to paradise

I can't help but feel

Like we're running away


Several tons of steel

And we're lucky it flies

Speeding us from tears

That we'd rather delay


We saw him laying with a gun on the ground

While all the cops said he'd been running there were some in the crowd

That knew that no one takes a beating with a grin on their face

The way that no one needs a lesson in their value or place

He'd learned the fastest way ahead was when you're crossing a line

He raised awful lot of hell but only some of the time

That afternoon we saw him laying with a gun on the ground

While all the cops said he'd been running there were some in the crowd

That knew


His heart was gold

And he hadn't gone that far

Fifteen years old

Younger than you are


And he deserved

To try again

If we believe that our continuation

Means so much more than skin


But just like no one takes a beating with a grin on their face

And just like no one needs a lesson in their value or place

He'd learned the fastest way ahead was when you're crossing a line

He jumped across when he was hungry, which was most of the time

Just like the banker or the lawyer or the new magistrate

The only difference was his color and the dip in his gait

That afternoon he lost his balance in the heat of the day

He found a gun when he was looking for an easier way

He packed a Glock when what he needed was a bulletproof vest

To guard his honor and his story and the life in his chest

Against the people trained to see him as the problems he caused

Instead of looking at the system as the source of the fraud

Inside a planet that produces freely more than we need

They told him settle for a dollar and a handful of seed

That afternoon we saw him laying with a slug in his back

And while the cops said he'd been running there were phones that had tracked

The truth


They all said we'd heal

On a rocket to paradise

I can't help but feel

Like we're running away


Several tons of steel

And we're lucky it flies

Speeding us from tears

That we'd rather delay


Take what we know

From here to Mars

Make sure these patterns

Are copied on the stars


Or stay on Earth

And start again

If we believe that our continuation

Means so much more than skin

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