Paper Planes

Surrounded by strangers

Their sounds and their changes

There' a big old man

In his underpants

He plays the clarinet everynight

Trying hard to figure it out

In the flat above

They are making love

I guess they'll have a beautiful son

Practicing as much as they've done

Paperplanes

Folding paperplanes

Throwing paperplanes

To clear my head

In the flat below

There's the Cosby Show

Theodore is scremaing at Bill

Claireis mad and Ruby is ill

There's a cat out there

Running everywhere

Chasing all the girls in the park

I wish that I could see in the dark

Paperplanes

Folding paperplanes

Throwing paperplanes

To clear my head

Paperplanes

Folding paperplanes

Throwing paperplanes

And go to bed

Surrounded by strangers

Their sounds and their changes