The Man Who Never Was

Once, early on a crystal morning
A punch at her hus's
It came without a warning
The man who never was
And who never will be
His horse is slightly shored
Number two score and three

I spotted him unpaled
Against a frightened cloud
Knew from the way he was going
He was heading south
The man who never was
And who never will be
Racing through the air
In preferance to land or sea

The man who never was
Was the man who never is
And the man who never was or is
Would always feel like this
And if I were the man
Who never was or is
I would always feel there was something
I had missed or lost

Shouting to a steedge
As they spread across the sky
Picking up spin
As the clouds began to dry
The man who never was
And who never will be
Tracing a weary path of his infinity