preflight, zero hour, nine a.m.

Elton John's song is running through my head while my anxiety builds the faster time moves to taking my son to the airport and putting him on a plane bound for Hawaii. Happy, excited, nervous, expectant, nausea too!

She packed my bags last night, preflight Zero hour, nine a.m.

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

'Til 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 rocket man Rocket man

Burnin' out his fuse up there alone

and I think it's gonna be a long, long, time

'Til 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 rocket man Rocket man

Burnin' out his fuse up there alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to 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 science

I don't understand

It's just my job

Five days a week

A Rocket Man Rocket Man

and I think it's gonna be a long, long, time

'Til 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 rocket man Rocket man

Burnin' out his fuse up there alone

and I think it's gonna be a long, long, time

'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

Oh, no no no...