Traffic in the sky

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
this 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




Senhor Jack Johnson que me tem acompanhado nestes dias nublados, para fazer sentir um pouco de calor do Verão que já me anda a fazer falta*