I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I was always told the whole world would one day look up to me. And I suppose, as I gaze down below the clouds, that's come true. Everyone calls out to me, the victims, the poor, the needy, the little girl whose cat is stuck on some unreachable branch in the lofts of a wondrous oak tree. I can't afford weakness in this, I can't I can't. But in some ways, I've never ever grown up, I'm still Clark Kent; I find it a miracle so many people think I'm Superman. I was always that naïve little boy, flying through the clouds, saving the world. But somewhere along the way, I've lost myself.
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
I'm an idol. Everyone looks up to the sky when trouble is near, hoping I'd soar through the skies and save them from themselves. This world is slowly crumbling to pieces, and I only wish I could float above it all. Never look down at the suffering, at the pain, and the hell that this planet is slowly becoming.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
I've seen so much, I've done so much. I can hardly sleep at night, alone and cold in my own thoughts. What have I become? Am I really that famous superhero? Am I just another man? Trying to get by… I've always felt this lost. It seems I'm only a superficial savior, there's nothing more to me than saving lives is there? I have no one in my life. I reflect with bitter irony that my best friend is now my worst enemy. As many people as there are who praise me, there are just as many trying to destroy me. I want to be normal….
It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
I hope and I dream of so many things. I want to see my home world Krypton in all its glory. I want to be with my own people, so that maybe I won't be hated, feared, or worse yet, idolized, for my gifts. No one realizes, in some ways, I envy them. They're all so comforted at night; when danger threatens, Superman is here. What if I weren't? Am I such a constant in their lives that everyone takes me for granted? People only want to be saved themselves.
Up, up and away, away from me
It's all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy, or anything:
In my moments of weakness, who will still look on me with adoration? Who won't kick me when I'm down? When I'm under, the whole world forgets who their savior once was. They point to me as an abomination; I am hunted, humiliated, and shamed. But they can't hurt me, they can't touch me. That is my curse.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
People are fickle, I'm a savior and a devil, all in one breath. What I wouldn't give to be Clark Kent, and just Clark Kent. A humble man from a small town, with normal friends, with a happy life. Perhaps I'd be married, have children, hear voices besides my own when I lie awake at night. I think that, in this world, I'm the cursed one, to bear these gifts alone…untouchable.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Holidays are a great time of year; only double duty for me. I want one moment of peace and quite. One minute not on patrol. I want to look up at the stars like I used to; lie underneath their glory and drink in their delights. I want to gaze up at the moon; ask Her questions. What is the secret to this universe? What were we all meant to be? And She'd tell me my destiny; I was born a Messiah. And then I'd laugh, and tell her that I was no such being. I can't save everyone, and I can barely save myself sometimes. I'm not perfect, you see. Never have been a model of perfection, though I suppose I do try hard. All my attempts—futile. All I am, is an empty drone…I am the redeemer.
It's not easy to be me.
