You live the story
Of the innocent life's defeat of solitude's dice
Captivated by a moonbeam, chained to despisers of your love
Captivated by despisers, lost in the canyons of your mind

Take just another lad
Call him Ernie and see him returning home from school
Left alone at some old window, leaving paper dreams to fly
Hear the wind whispering gently calling you to dream away

So fly away on a staggering paper plane
Don't be afraid when somebody takes your game

High above the town soars a little boy in his paper plane
Astonished he peers down, the houses look like toys from his paper plane
The wind takes his hand

Sparkling rivers below, watch the green meadows flow
Feel your face caressed by a golden rainbow
Ernie never felt so strong
As he was gliding along, forgetting all fences he sailed till dawn

Look the sun is sinking low, little boy where do you go
Time leads you to darkness of the night, shocks you with fright
Don't fear the shadow over you, it's a bird called Maraboo
He will light his light, Ernie, he will be your guide
Confidence is a strong assistance to you

Announcement (spoken):

This evening a huge bird was seen carrying a little boy on his back in a height of about 3.000 feet right above sector 0/16. The bird was carrying some beer-bottles, a bag with vegetables, was lit contrary to regulations and was smoking a pipe. We instruct all planes cruising this sector to observe this incident. Over

Hey little Ernie, I'd like to take you home to my nest
The sun will keep you warm and cozy all nite long
And you'll have a pleasent rest – skip on my chest

The tree with the nest of the bird where the sun goes to bed is so high
It touches the sky

Far away a Blackshirt cleans a chain

Hey little lads, get on dreaming
Fear the warming far away from home
Find your hope in some desert stone
Smell some dope in an ice-cream cone