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Album: Ultimate Music Makeover - The Songs of Michael W. Smith
A Friday night affair, out in the city heat,
Always a party there, along the sordid street,
And it was guaranteed the place to be was Rocketown,
The drinks were two for one inside the crowded bars,
The girls would make their run out on the boulevard,
It was the idle place, we lived the ways of Rocketown.
Hang 'round by the street light, in the heart of the night life.
There came a certain man: a stranger to the crowd,
We didn't understand what he was all about,
He walked a different pace, so out of place in Rocketown,
They made a fool of him, they teased him when he'd speak,
But when they knocked him down, he'd turn the other cheek,
He told me I could find a life outside of Rocketown.
Hang 'round by the street light, in the heart of the night life.
What was his mission?
Where was he going?
Why was his heart light always glowing?
All I was missing, he stood there holding,
What was his secret?
Could I know it?
Some didn't like him near, some laughed and turned away,
But me, I longed to hear all that he had to say,
He had a peace of mind I couldn't find in Rocketown.
And when I reached down inside me, I could feel the emptiness.
What was his mission?
Where was he going?
Why was his heart light always glowing?
All I was missing, he stood there holding,
What was his secret?
Could I know it?
He said, "It's in the heart: this change that comes to be,"
Now he had done his part, the choice was up to me,
As we were standing there, he said a prayer for Rocketown,
He walked off silently, and prayed for me and Rocketown.
And Rocketown,
Prayed for me,
Prayed for me,
Rocket-Rocket-Rocket-Rocket-Rocket-Rocket-Rocketown,
Hey, hey, Rocketown,
Rocketown,
Prayed for me and Rocketown,
Rocketown.
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