Rocket ManElton John(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)She packed my bags last nightPre-flight,Zero hour, nine a.m.And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then.I miss the earth so much,I miss my wife.It's lonely out in spaceOn such a timeless flight.And I think it's gonna be a long, long timeTill touch down brings me round again to findI'm not the man they think I am at home.Oh, no, no, no,I'm a rocket man,Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone.Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids,In fact it's cold as hellAnd there's no one there to raise them if you did.And all this science,I don't understand.It's just my job, five days a week,A Rocket man.
