Из альбома: Year of the Crow
In the park there's a wicker made plane
that crashed down just the other day
The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented
and crash landed in the middle of the city
He'd never seen buildings so tall
and wondered why they even didn't ever think to lean over and fall,
and wondered how he'd manage to navigate through them all like he did
But oh how they seemed to lean over him now,
as if to peer down on the broken scene
As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger
brought down in the hurricane
He said wherever I am Lord,
please you must explain,
just hours ago I took off in my wicker plane
Night fell and with it came the rain
Down on the buildings, the pilot the plane
Rain ran down his hair, hangin' so low
makin' circles in the puddles where the drops would go
A little boy came along,
took him to a tree on top a gentle slope
said this tree is a misfit like you and me
On rainy nights like this the bark come off like rope
They bundled up the bark, each took a load
Took it to the high rise where the little one lived
Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw
and watched it unroll to the ground round
The pilot ran down, tied the bark to the prop
and then promptly left the park to go back to the top
There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof,
the boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too
Where ever I am Lord,
please you must explain
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker plane (wicker plane)
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden
Wherever I am Lord, I know wHere I Am Lord
Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord
Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane