Jack Johnson Follow

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