Poor Flying Man

I see a man all alone in the air

I think that man needs a comb for his hair

He fell from the sky on a cold afternoon

Crashed into the Earth on a dark afternoon

I just haven't felt the same

But then I'm very sentimental

It's not a bird

He's not a plane

This is a man

Poor flying man

This is a flying man

I see a man all alone in the air

Nobody asked what he has to declare

'Cause he froze coming down all the way to the ground

He froze coming down with that look on his face

I just haven't felt the same

But then you know I'm sentimental

It's not a bird

He's not a plane

Oh this is a man

Poor flying man

He's not a bird

What have you heard?

This is a flying man

This is a man who flies

If I had a moment to live, I'd wish I could fly

I'd go to a place, that was ever so high

I'd step from a plane into the sky

A second to live, I'd wish I could

It's not a bird

Oh what have you heard?

This is a flying man

This is a man who flies

This is a flying man

This is a flying mad, mad, mad man

Man