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 She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

That's the power of a woman It's the touch of her hand One smile, one tear, one whisper in your ear It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the

Now it's time for change Nothing stays the same The lines on their faces so deep A revolution or reach out and touch the day We're overdue child I'll change I heard some kids telling me How they've lost all the faith in the way

And we're just another piece of the puzzle Just another part of the plan And we have waited for this moment to die How one life touches the other It's so hard to understand Still we walk this road together We travel, go as far as we can Ever since the

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Girl we be breaking headboards, headboards, headboards We be breaking headboards, headboards, records Doing your body right It’s everything he don’t like Let your feet touch the sky And we be breaking headboards, headboards, headboards We be breaking

You have to eat the dream, you have to sleep the dream, you have to dream the dream You gotta touch, you have to see it when nobody else sees it You have to feel it when it's not tangible You have to believe it when you cannot see it You gotta be

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

It's calling me back to my home HomeIt's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch The Sleeper: Shine- lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade