In this house surrounded by palm trees
I've lost the picture from my wallet
The picture's mudded and full of kisses
I tried to bite her, for a perfect passion
She's been on the [...] in a plastic suitcase
So I look around for the red-blue roses
Then I try to see her, in the taste of peaches
I know she's waiting for my summer letters
It's my perfect summer
My perfect summer
Out in the summer, I know I'm a seeker
Watch out the window, I'm sleeping and dreaming
Back of a postcard, I know she's been waiting
I know she's waiting for my summer roses
It's my perfect summer
My perfect summer
It is my perfect summer
My perfect summer [repeat 8]Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Honky Ch鈚eau
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
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
Till touch down 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 burning out his fuse up here 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, a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time...