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