Tom :Gm Gm7 C Gm7 C Dm She packed my bags last night, pre-flight, Zero hour, nine a.m. Eb Bb/D Eb Bb/D F (F9 F) And I'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then Gm7 C Gm7 C Dm I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, it's lonely out in space Eb Bb/D Eb Bb/D 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/D C Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man Eb Bb Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact its cold as hell And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did And all this science, I don't understand, its just my job 5 days a week Rocket ma-a-a-an, Rocket man Chorus