"She packed my bags last night pre-flight
   Zero hour 9:00 a.m.
   And I'm gonna be high
   As a kite by then
   ...
   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 your kids
   In fact it's cold as hell
   And there's no one there to raise them
   If you did"