Ooh lá

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

Shadows of the planes on the pavement

Its enough to make me cry

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

Maybe its a dream and if I scream

It will burst at the seams

This whole place will fall to pieces

And then they'd say...