She
packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
Ooh
I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
Ooh
It's long without in space
On such a timeless flight
It's gonna be a long,
long time So touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no,
no,
no
I'm a rockin' man,
rockin' man Burnin' out his fuse up there alone
There ain't no kind of place to raise your kids
Ooh,
ooh In fact, it's cold as hell
And
there's no one there to raise them
if you did
It's science I don't understand Ooh,
ooh
It's just my job five days a week
Ooh,
ooh Rockin' man,
rockin' man
And I
think it's gonna be a long, long time
So touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no,
no,
no
And I think it's gonna be a long,
long time So touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no,
no,
no
I'm a rockin' man,
rockin' man Burnin' out his fuse up there alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long,
long time And I think it's gonna be a long,
long time