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