Cracked leather holds the morning chill
Ferris wheel stands frozen still
Kid left a plane on ticket booth
Truth is all it knows the truth
White wings wait on peeling paint
Season turns but they don't faint
Gravity can take its time
This runway's built for postponed climb
Radio spits static through the rain
Same loop of loss and minor gain
Passenger seat holds the plane
Folded sharp from notebook page
White wings wait on peeling paint
Season turns but they don't faint
Gravity can take its time
This runway's built for postponed climb
Rusted bolts scream in the breeze
Cotton candy clouds the trees
Driver knows the meter's law
Everything returns to thaw
White wings wait on peeling paint
Season turns but they don't faint
Gravity can take its time
This runway's built for postponed climb
Hands that steered ten thousand miles
Read the sky in clouded dials
Placed the plane on splintered wood
Knew the angle understood
No fare collected no receipt
Just the rhythm of the street
Engine off but wheels still turn
Lessons that the seasons learn
Spring will crack the frozen latch
Coaster climbs its wooden hatch
Plane will catch the thermal rise
Reflected in the driver's eyes
White wings wait on peeling paint
Season turns but they don't faint
Gravity can take its time
This runway's built for postponed climb
White wings wait on peeling paint
Season turns but they don't faint
Meter starts with warming air
Paper flies on answered prayer
