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, a rocket man