Dear osu diary, she packed my bags. last night, pre-flight. Zero hour. 9 am. And I'm gonna be high...
as a kite by then.
I miss the earth, so much. It's lonely, out in space, on such a timeless flight.
And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'till touchdown brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home home... oh no no no. I'm a rocket man... Burning out his fuse out here, alone.
AND I THINK IT'S GONNA BE A LONG LONG TIME 'TILL TOUCHDOWN BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN TO FIND I'M NOT THE MAN THAT THEY THINK I AM AT HOME
NO
NO
NO
I'M A ROCKET MAN!
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise a kid. In fact it's cold as hell. And there's no one there to raise them if you didn't.
And all this science, I don't understand. IT'S JUST A JOB. 5 DAYS A WEEK.
ROCKET MAN!