She packed my bags last night pre (C9)flight,

ze ro ho ur, nine A.

M.

And I’m gon na be (Bb)high

as a kite by (F)then.

I miss the earth so much.

I (Gm7)miss my wife.

It’s lone ly out in space

on such a time

less flight.

And I think it’s gon na (Bb)be a long, long time ’til touch down brings me ’round a gain to find I’m not the man they think I am at home.

Oh, no, no, no.

I’m a (C)rock et man,

(Eb)(Rock et man.) burn ing out his fuse up a lone.

And I think it’s gon na (Bb)be a long, long time ’til touch down brings me ’round a gain to find I’m not the man they think I am at home.

Oh, no, no, no.

I’m a (C)rock et man,

(Eb)(Rock et man.) burn ing out his fuse up a lone.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to (C9)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 sci ence,

I don’t un (Gm7)der stand.

It’s just my job five days a week.

A rock et (Eb)man,

rock et man.

And I think it’s gon na be a long, long time.

And I think it’s gon na be a long, long time.

And I think it’s gon na be a long, long time.

And I think it’s gon na be a long, long time.