Click the shutter on a rusted gate
Standing here while the movie stars wait
Creased white edges on a concrete floor
Waiting for a key to open the door
Fold the page and let the wind take hold
Turning grey skies into shimmering gold
Paper wings drifting over the screen
The brightest white that I've ever seen
Check the focus on a faded sign
Walking slow along a chalky white line
Old speakers hum with a ghostly sound
While my sneakers barely touch the ground
Fold the page and let the wind take hold
Turning grey skies into shimmering gold
Paper wings drifting over the screen
The brightest white that I've ever seen
Empty lots and a small plastic chair
Salty scent in the afternoon air
I caught the angle of a summer breeze
Swaying slow like the willow tree leaves
Fold the page and let the wind take hold
Turning grey skies into shimmering gold
Paper wings drifting over the screen
The brightest white that I've ever seen
Toss it high to the top of the tower
Hold the magic for one single hour
Glide away from the town and the noise
Playing games with these cardboard toys
Bus stop tickets in a denim blue vest
Northbound journey for a little bit of rest
One last photo of the drive-in view
Everything old feels shiny and new
Fold the page and let the wind take hold
Turning grey skies into shimmering gold
Paper wings drifting over the screen
The brightest white that I've ever seen
Just a snapshot in the light. Keep on gliding.
Paper wings.
(Flash!)
