Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes! Where? There she goes!
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Jack: Right
Rose: I don't want to go back
Look! It's so beautiful
Jack: Yeah
Rose: So vast and endless, for so small, my crowd, they think they're giants, they're not even dust in god's eyes.
Jack: It must been a mistake, you are not one of them; you've got mailed to the wrong address.
Rose: I did, didn't I? Look! A shooting star.
Jack: It's a long one; you know my pop used to tell me anytime you saw one of those it was a soul going to heaven.
Rose: I like that. Are we supposed to wish on it?
Jack: Why? Why would you wish for?
Rose: Something I can't have. Goodnight Jack.
The original song here