She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh, as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife,
It's lonely out in space
On such a ti-i-imeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . .
Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact its cold as hell
And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
And all this science, I don't understand
It's just my job 5 days a week
A Rocket, ma -an, Rocket man
And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time