Spirit Of The West - Armstrong And The Guys lyrics

(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 a**ured 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...