Here we are down here,

Tiny and moving about,

But the clouds,

Up there,

They walk a different pace,

A single cloud,

A whole building.

They look down on us with pity,

We're so tiny and we move about with so much meaning in our heads,

But the clouds know we just pretend.

We all hear it,

An ambulance screaming,

But we also heard it,

When the ambulance stopped.