Waving At Airplanes

I found you a place to hide,

And you were lining out before their eyes.

The sun seems too high to feel your ways

That you will bring me pleasant new plates.

Waving at airplanes, over the tree tops.

Where can you go now

While you’re waving at airplanes.

But you chased the tale of a dawn

And I saw that you was wrong.

The sun seems too hot for your ways

And you bring me pleasant new plates.

Waving at airplanes, under bridges, over clouds,

How will you live now

While you’re waving at airplanes?

Shoot me down, shoot me down,

Shoot me down to the ground.

Waving at airplanes, waving at airplanes,

Waving at airplanes, waving at airplanes.

How did you get there?

What do you see there?

I don’t come neat there.

Why you’re waving at airplanes?