In the park there's a wicker made plane   That crashed down just the other day   The pilot had lost his way   Got disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the city   He'd never seen buildings so tall   And wondered why they even didn't never lean over and fall   And wondered how he managed to navigate through them all   Like he did      But oh how they seemed to lean over him now   as if to peer down on the broken scene   As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger   brought down in the hurricane      He said   Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain   Just hours I took off in my wicker plane         Night fell, and with it came the rain   Down on the buildings, the pilot, the plane   Rain ran down his hair hanging so low   Making circles in the puddles where the drops would go      Little boy came along   Took him to a tree on a gentle slope   Said "This tree is a misfit like you and me,   On rainy nights like this the bark comes off like rope"   They bundled up the bark each took a load   Took it to the high rise where the little one lived   Tossed it down to the park with a mighty throw   And watched it unroll to the ground, round   The pilot ran down tied the bark to the prop   Then promptly left the park to go back to the top   There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof   The boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too      Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain   Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker)   Wicker plane      Now you're in a lovely garden   It's such a lovely garden   Now you're in a lovely garden   It's such a lovely garden   Now you're in a lovely garden      Wherever I am lord   I know where I am lord   Wherever I am lord   I know where I am lord      Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain   Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane   Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane