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 [bad word] 
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...
rocket man, a rocket man.

And I think it's gonna be a long long time...