White wing on a red brick street
Cold wind and a rhythmic beat
Folded sharp and flying low
Watching where the currents go
Glide on the Boston breeze
Swaying through the autumn trees
Searching for a place to land
Slipping from a small child's hand
Old salt eyes and a steady hand
Guiding ships to a rocky strand
Now I watch a paper toy
Sailing for a lonely boy
Glide on the Boston breeze
Swaying through the autumn trees
Searching for a place to land
Slipping from a small child's hand
Red leaves spin in a golden swirl
Watching as the maps unfurl
Past the shops and the city wall
Waiting for the wing to fall
Glide on the Boston breeze
Swaying through the autumn trees
Searching for a place to land
Slipping from a small child's hand
Trim the wick and polish the glass
Watching all the strangers pass
One small plane in a concrete maze
Lost inside a copper haze
Glide on the Boston breeze
Swaying through the autumn trees
Searching for a place to land
Slipping from a small child's hand
Paper flight, paper flight
Landing in the amber light