I see a man all alone in the air
I think that man needs [bad word] 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
'Coz he [bad word] down
All the way to the ground
He [bad word] 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
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 flys
This is a flying man
This is a flying mad mad mad man