
She packed by bag last night, preflight
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
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...

I'm a rocket man

Rocket man

Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone

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

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

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

Long, long, time

Long, long, time

*See the original here (thanks to Mark Evanier)

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