Poor Flying Man - Sleeper

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 haven’t felt the same

But then I’m very sentimental

He’s not a bird

He’s 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

Cos 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

He’s not a bird

He’s not a plane

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 wish I could …

He’s not a bird

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