Songtext von 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 'coz 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 flys This is a flying man This is a flying mad mad mad man