Traffic In The Sky

there's traffic in the sky

and it doesn't seem to be getting much better

there's kids playing games on the pavement

drawing waves on the pavement, hm-hm

shadows of the planes on the pavement, hm-hm

it's enough to make me cry

but that don't seem like it would make it feel better

maybe it's a dream and if I scream

it will burst at the seams

the whole place will fall into pieces

and then they'd say

"well how could we have known?"

I'll tell them "it's not so hard to tell", no no no

if you keep adding stones

soon the water will be lost in the well, hm-hm

puzzle pieces in the ground

but no one ever seems to be digging

instead they're looking uptowards the heavens

with their eyes on the heavens, hm-hm

there are shadows on the way to the heavens

it's enough to make me cry

but that don't seem like it would make it feel better

the answers could be found

we could learn from digging down

but no one ever seems to be digging

instead they'll say

"well how could we have known?"

I'll tell them "it's not so hard to tell", no no no

if you keep adding stones

soon the water will be lost in the well, hm-hm

words of wisdom all around

but no one ever seems to listen

they're talking about their plans on the paper

building up from the pavement, hm-hm

there are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement, hm-hm

it's enough to make me sigh

but that don't seem like it would make it feel better

the words are all around

but the words are only sounds

and no one ever seems to listen

instead they'll say

"well how could we have known?"

I'll tell them "it's really not so hard to tell", no no no

if you keep adding stones

soon the water will be lost in the well, hm-hm