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
  Until 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 kid
  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
  A rocket man
  I think its gonna be a long, long time 
  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!