For his eyes are misty with tears
and he cries for a love that he knew but it's through.
And his signs only echos his fears.
For this little man doesn't know what to do
He can fly. He can go to the moon.
Change a sky to a red from a blue
and it's true. He can stop.
He's tommorow too soon.
Yet, this little man doesn't know what to do
It's not easily seen
that the heart of a man in a world
without love can be cruel.
But if we try, and we try, and we try to understand.
Well like this little man mean you.