She packed my bags last night, pre-flight Zero hour, nine a.m. And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh, as a kite by then I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, It's lonely out in space On such a ti-i-imeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . . Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact its cold as hell And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did And all this science, I don't understand It's just my job 5 days a week A Rocket, ma -an, Rocket man CHORUS REPEAT CHORUS TAG And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time... REPEAT TAG FADE