G5                                             C5
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
G5                       C5
Zero hour, nine a.m.
Eb5                             Bb5       Eb5                          F5
And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh,  as a kite by then
G5                                         C5
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife,
G5                     C5
It's lonely out in space
Eb5               Bb5    Eb5                      F5
On such a ti-i-imeless flight

Bb5                                                                Eb5
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
                                                          Bb5
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
                                                       Eb5
I'm not the man they think I am at home
                     Bb5                         C5
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . .
Eb5                                                                   Bb5
Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone

G5                                              C5
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
G5                      C5
In fact its cold as hell
Eb5                                Bb5           Eb5                            F5
And there's no-one there to raise them , if you did
G5                                          C5
And all this science, I don't understand
G5                                   C5
It's just my job 5 days a week
Eb5                  Bb5     Eb5                     F5
A Rocket,    ma  -an,     Rocket man

Bb5                                                                 Eb5
And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time...