Some men roam the heavens
And some men sail the seas
But most men sit by the fireside
And wish that they were free.

Some men try, and some men die,
And other men just fail,
Some fly the sky like the eagle
And others like the quail.

For two miles up in the heavens
Is a cold and lonely place
And if you can't keep up - Get Out
It may not be your race.

Some men should never fly at all
It wasn't God's intent,
They should stay and walk the earth
As mortal man was meant.

But for the breed who are lonely
The sky is the only place,
They'll rot on the face of mother earth
Looking heaven right in the face.

Then some men die with a mournful cry
Some with a smile on their face,
Some men call it an act of God
But most say an act of Fate.

For two miles up in the heavens
Is a cold and lonely place
You bet on skill and Lady Luck
To lose is no disgrace.

If you last, you'll give the whole thing up
But then you'll crawl on your knees,
For another chance to race the wind
To be a man again and free.