Surrounded by strangers   Their sounds and their changes      There's a big old man   In his underpants   He plays the clarinet every night   And trying hard to figure it out      In the flat above   They are making love   I guess they'll have a beautiful son   Practicing as much as they've done      Paper planes   Folding paper planes   Throwing paper planes   To clear my head      In the flat below   There's the Cosby show   And Theodor is screaming at Bill   Claire is mad and Ruby is ill      There's a cat out there   Running everywhere   Chasing all the girls in the park   I wish that I could see in the dark      Paper planes   Folding paper planes   Throwing paper planes   To clear my head      Paper planes   Folding paper planes   Throwing paper planes   And go to bed      I'm surrounded by strangers   Their sounds and their changes   I'm surrounded by strangers   Their sounds and their changes