Paper Planes

Surrounded by strangers

Their sounds and their changes

There's a big old man

In his underpants

He plays the clarinet every night

And 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

Paper planes

Folding paper planes

Throwing paper planes

To clear my head

In the flat below

There's the Cosby show

And Theodor is screaming at Bill

Claire is 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

Paper planes

Folding paper planes

Throwing paper planes

To clear my head

Paper planes

Folding paper planes

Throwing paper planes

And go to bed

I'm surrounded by strangers

Their sounds and their changes

I'm surrounded by strangers

Their sounds and their changes