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
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