Lyrics
Riding along in a 747
Thinking the heavens are looking just fine
Whiskey and coke and I'm lighting a smoke
And I'm hoping the captain is making good time
Breakfast in Rome, dinner in London
Watching a movie and thundering along
Paris or Hong Kong, it doesn't take long
This way or that way, it's all much the same
When you're living at this pace, the world is a small place
Getting around is just the name of the game
So, man in the moon, I think it's time to assume
That your heavenly reign is over
Bird on the wing, it's no longer a thing
To fly in the sky like you do
Fish in the sea, you got nothing on me
I can go anywhere I want to
I'm not the kind to stand in a line
And just be the way I was meant to be
No, please understand, I gotta be what I can
I'm a man of the twentieth century
Riding along on a wave of invention
Greater intention than doing just fine
Thumbing my nose at the forces of nature
The courses that take you to turbulent times
Fighting the traffic, radio blaring
Stopping and swearing and passing the blame
Ah, right way or wrong way, I've come a long way
This day to that day, it's never the same
When you're living at this pace, the world is a small place
Going ahead is just the name of the game
So, man in the moon, I think it's time to assume
That your heavenly reign is over
Bird on the wing, it's no longer a thing
To fly in the sky like you do
Fish in the sea, you got nothing on me
I can go anywhere I want to
I get no time to stand in a line
And just be the way I was meant to be
No, please understand, I gotta go where I can
I'm a man of the twentieth century
Ah, man in the moon, I think it's time to assume
It's no longer the way it was meant to be
Your heavenly reign doesn't mean a thing
To a man of the twentieth century
And man in the moon, I think it's time to assume