The Floating Man - The Real Tuesday Weld

He’s the King of the air

Just floating up there

In suspension

Crowds stop and stare

He hangs unaware

Of their attention

He’s gravity free

Though no one can see

How he hovers

He’s the lord of the sky

Birds pass him by

Without bother

Is he really held still or just falling ever so slowly?

An angel, a god, is he magic or mystic or holy?

He’s mastered the art

Of staying apart

From the masses

He’ll be floating above

Suspended in love

‘Til he crashes

Is he really held still or just falling ever so slowly?

An angel, a god, is he magic or mystic or holy?

He’s mastered the art

Of staying apart

From the masses

He’ll be floating above

Suspended in love

‘Til he crashes