You fold the corner sharp and clean
Best crease this driver's ever seen
Wind pulls it from your open palm
Calm before the coming storm
Meter's off but clock keeps ticking
Pier lights blink like signals sticking
Every fare knows where to go
This one flies where no cab rolls
Harbor wings on salty breeze
Dancing past the harbor trees
No destination written down
Just the flight and not the ground
Seagulls laugh at paper craft
Shaft of light through morning draft
You track the dip and sudden climb
Nickel ride on borrowed time
Meter's off but clock keeps ticking
Pier lights blink like signals sticking
Every fare knows where to go
This one flies where no cab rolls
Harbor wings on salty breeze
Dancing past the harbor trees
No destination written down
Just the flight and not the ground
Rusty chains and wooden planks
Holding memories in their ranks
Salt eats steel but spares the page
Youth writes history on the wave
Harbor wings on salty breeze
Dancing past the harbor trees
No destination written down
Just the flight and not the ground
Twenty years I've drove this stretch
Never seen a perfect catch
But you don't flinch when gusts appear
Steady hands that show no fear
Harbor wings on salty breeze
Dancing past the harbor trees
No destination written down
Just the flight and not the ground
Now the plane finds open blue
Sky was made for folds like you
Driver pulls the lever down
Best tip I never earned in town
Harbor wings on salty breeze
Dancing past the harbor trees
No destination written down
Just the flight and not the ground
Harbor wings don't need a map
They just fold and bridge the gap
Salt and paper, wind and trust
First class flight on morning gust
Meter starts with morning light
Harbor wings own the night
