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 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