Rocket Man
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight.
Zero-hour, 9 A.M.
And I'm gonna 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 touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman.
Rocketman!
Burning out his fuse, up here alone.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time.
'till touchdown brings around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman.
Rocketman!
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 'em, if you did.
And all the science, I don't understand.
Just my job, five days a week.
A Rocketman.
A Rocketman!
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time,
'till touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home,
oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman,
Rocketman!
Burning out his fuse up here, alone.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time.
'till touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home,
oh no, no no no.
I am a Rocketman!
Rocketman!
Burning 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...
Zero-hour, 9 A.M.
And I'm gonna 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 touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman.
Rocketman!
Burning out his fuse, up here alone.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time.
'till touchdown brings around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman.
Rocketman!
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 'em, if you did.
And all the science, I don't understand.
Just my job, five days a week.
A Rocketman.
A Rocketman!
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time,
'till touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home,
oh no, no no no.
I'm a Rocketman,
Rocketman!
Burning out his fuse up here, alone.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time.
'till touchdown brings me around again to find,
I'm not the man they think I am at home,
oh no, no no no.
I am a Rocketman!
Rocketman!
Burning 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...
Credits
Writer(s): Elton John, Bernard J.p. Taupin
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