She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour: 9AM
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 touchdown 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 the kids
In fact, it´s 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, a rocket man

And I think it´s gonna be a long, long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find

I´m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
And I think it´s gonna be a long, long time
Till touchdown 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

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
A long, long time
Long, long time
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no

A long, long time

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Elton John