You hold a map made out of white.
The rail yard glows in yellow light.
You fold a crease and make a wing.
Wait for the heavy iron ring.
The fog rolls in like salted smoke.
The rusted chain is about to broke.
You keep it dry beneath your sleeve.
Until it is the time to leave.
Fly little paper wing so high.
Cut through the gray and velvet sky.
Ride on the wind across the track.
Fly away now and don't look back.
You see the grease on every wheel.
The cold vibration of the steel.
A tiny plane in steady hand.
Searching for a piece of land.
The fog rolls in like salted smoke.
The rusted chain is about to broke.
You keep it dry beneath your sleeve.
Until it is the time to leave.
Fly little paper wing so high.
Cut through the gray and velvet sky.
Ride on the wind across the track.
Fly away now and don't look back.
You snap a photo of the haze.
The lonely lines in silver maze.
You let the paper take the flight.
A sudden spark in dying light.
The diesel engine starts to roar.
You cannot stay here anymore.
The white page dips and then it climbs.
Crossing all the border lines.
Fly little paper wing so high.
Cut through the gray and velvet sky.
Ride on the wind across the track.
Fly away now and don't look back.
The train pulls out with one last scream.
A waking ghost, a jagged beam.
The paper plane is gone from sight.
Sailing deep into the night.
Fly little paper wing so high.
Cut through the gray and velvet sky.
Ride on the wind across the track.
Fly away now and don't look back.
Just a page in the wind.
Fly away now.
Don't look back.
