In the park there's a wicker made planenThat crashed down just the other daynThe pilot had lost his waynGot disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the citynHe'd never seen buildings so tallnAnd wondered why they even didn't never lean over and fallnAnd wondered how he managed to navigate through them allnLike he didnnBut oh how they seemed to lean over him nownas if to peer down on the broken scenenAs if to question the innocent invasion of the strangernbrought down in the hurricanennHe saidnWherever I am Lord, please you must explainnJust hours I took off in my wicker planennnNight fell, and with it came the rainnDown on the buildings, the pilot, the planenRain ran down his hair hanging so lownMaking circles in the puddles where the drops would gonnLittle boy came alongnTook him to a tree on a gentle slopenSaid This tree is a misfit like you and me,nOn rainy nights like this the bark comes off like ropenThey bundled up the bark each took a loadnTook it to the high rise where the little one livednTossed it down to the park with a mighty thrownAnd watched it unroll to the ground, roundnThe pilot ran down tied the bark to the propnThen promptly left the park to go back to the topnThere they hauled the plane clear up to the roofnThe boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from toonnWherever I am Lord, please you must explainnJust hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker)nWicker planennNow you're in a lovely gardennIt's such a lovely gardennNow you're in a lovely gardennIt's such a lovely gardennNow you're in a lovely gardennnWherever I am lordnI know where I am lordnWherever I am lordnI know where I am lordnnWherever I am Lord, please you must explainnJust hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) planenJust hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane