text: She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
  Zero hour: Nine AM
  And Im gonna be high as a kite by then
  I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife
  Its lonely out in space
  On such a timeless flight
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Til touchdown brings me round again to find
  Im not the man they think I am at home
  Oh no, no, no, Im a rocket man
  Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Til touchdown brings me round again to find
  Im not the man they think I am at home
  Oh no, no, no, Im a rocket man
  Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
  Mars aint the kind of place to raise your kids
  In fact, its cold as hell
  And theres no one there to raise them if you did
  And all this science I dont understand
  Its just my job five days a week
  Rocket Man, Rocket Man
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Til touchdown brings me round again to find
  Im not the man they think I am at home
  Oh no, no, no, Im a rocket man
  Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Til touchdown brings me round again to find
  Im not the man they think I am at home
  Oh no, no, no, Im a rocket man
  Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time