Rocket Man (I Think It's Going To Be a Long, Long Time)

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
On, no, no, no,
I'm a rocket man,
Rocket man burning out of his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids,
In fact is 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.