Rocket Man
Elton John

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

She packed my bags last night
Pre-flight,
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then.

I miss the earth so much,
I miss my wife.
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight.

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down 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 his fuse up here alone.

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids,
In fact it's 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, five days a week,
A Rocket Man.