Testo Fly

I know I should feel welcome here way up in the atmosphere, but I am afraid
And if I land on Earth again, I'll be happy just to cut my face while I shave
Now the sky is floating by, but I am not a cloud
And I've decided I was not designed to fly
After all, I'm only sand to irritate the oyster and to wait for a pearl
And even though I must concede greatness has eluded me, I'd still miss the world
Ooh, and I would have regrets were I to pirouette inside a metal jet
Ooh, and I am not prepared to sprout a pair of wings and fly