by Melek Design
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.
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.
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
‘til 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.
Keywords: golden, record, alone, lost, space, abandoned, regret, loss