There's traffic in the sky
  and it doesn't seem to be getting much better
  there's kids playing games on the pavement
  drawring 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...
    well how could we have known?
  I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
  if you keep on adding stones
  soon the water will be lost in the well
    puzzle peices in the ground
  but no one ever seems to be digging
  instead they're looking up towards the heavens
  with their eyes on the heavens
  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
  if you keep on adding stones
  soon the water will be lost in the well
    words of wisdom all around
  but no one ever seems to listen
  they're talking about thier planes on paper
  building up from the pavement
  there are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement
  it's enough to make me sigh
  but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
  the words are still around
  but the words are only sounds
  and dno one ever seems to listen
  instead they'll say
    well how could we have known?
  I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
  if you keep on adding stones
  soon the water will be lost in the well