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 earth on a dark afternoon
I just havent felt the same
But then Im very sentimental

Hes not a bird
Hes not a plane
This is a man
Poor flying man

I see a man all alone in the air
Nobody asked what he has to declare
coz he froze coming down
All the way to the ground
He froze coming down
With that look on his face

I just havent felt the same
But then you know Im sentimental

Hes not a bird
Hes not a plane
This is a man
Poor flying man

Hes 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
Id wish I could fly
Id go to a place that was ever so high
Id step from a plane into the sky
A second to live I wish I could

Hes not a bird
What have you heard
This is a flying man
This is a man who flys
This is a flying man
This is a flying mad mad mad man