text: She packed by bags last night, pre-flight
  Zero hour, nine a.m
  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
  Burnin 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
  A 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
  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
  Ah, no no no...
  Im a rocket man
  Rocket man
  Burnin 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
  Long, long, time
  Long, long, time
  Oh no, no, no
  Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no