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:: 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:: 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:: If you keep adding stones, Soon the water will be lost in the well::: Puzzle pieces 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:::: 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 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 their plans on paper:::: Building up from the pavement::: The shadows from the scrapers on the pavement:: It's enough to make me sigh::: But that don't seem to 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:: If you keep adding stones:::: Soon the water will be lost in the well::: Lost in the well::