Gm7                              C7
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Gm7                C7
Zero hour, nine a.m.
Eb                  Bb        Eb               F
And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh,  as a kite by then
Gm7                            C7
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife,
Gm7                  C7
It's lonely out in space
Eb          Bb    Eb         F
On such a ti-i-imeless flight

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

Gm7                                 C7
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
Gm7                  C7
In fact its cold as hell
Eb                    Bb         Eb               F
And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
Gm7                              C7
And all this science, I don't understand
Gm7                         C7
It's just my job 5 days a week
Eb            Bb    Eb              F
A Rocket,    ma  -an,     Rocket man

Bb                                            Eb
And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time...