The Man Who Learnd To Fly

Look at me, what do you see?
you won't see nothin' worth to say
but here inside, hard to hide
something refuses to obey.

I don't need no silver spoon
- about to settle on the moon
my brains are riding on a wave
- from the cradle to the grave
all my earthly senses become immune
goodbye to this I cry
the man who learned to fly.

Out of line and no more tryin'
to be a rebel, clown or king
skyward bound I leave the ground
follow the sun on magic wings.