Tom: Bb
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...
