Riding on a big white butterfly

I turned my back away towards the sky

I closed my eyes to look for something

Saw myself as really nothing

Then I realised my butterfly

Wasn't really up there with me

We all make mistakes, forgive me

Would you like to ride my butterfly



Riding on a long blue paperplane

Getting seasick, sorry once again

Landing strip is getting nearer

Hope the foglifts, make it clearer

Then I realised my paperplane

Wasn't really up there with me

We all make mistakes, forgive me

Would you like to ride my paperplane



Riding in a three grand Deutche car

A to B is often very far

Home is near, but such a long way

Legs and heads all feel the wrong way

Then I realised my Deutche car

Is only there to get me somewhere

Even so I really do care

Would you like to ride my Deutche car



Rossi / Young