(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...