She packed my pags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, nine AM
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
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
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kid
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
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
martedì 27 marzo 2018
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