text: She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
  Zero hour: 9:00 a.m
  And Im gonna be high as a kite by then, oh
  Whoa
  I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife, yeah
  Its lonely out in space
  On such a timeless flight, oh yeah
  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, no
  Im a rocket man
  Rocket man
  Burning out his fuse up here alone
  And all the science
  I dont understand
  Its just my job five days a week
  A rocket man
  Whoa, a rocket man
  A rocket man
  Hey, hey, hey
  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
  Hey, rocket man
  Burning out his fuse up here alone, oh 
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  I think, I think, I think
   I think its gonna be a long, long time
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Whoa, oh
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Yeah