I drove a thousand miles of gray
To watch the night turn into day
The meter clicks a steady beat
While winter wind chills every street
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the hours pass
Pale white wings in morning gold
A story that the sun has told
You flutter near the attic pane
A tiny spark inside the rain
You shake the dew from off your skin
Before the heavy noise rolls in
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the hours pass
Pale white wings in morning gold
A story that the sun has told
I know the shortcuts through the town
Where all the old brick walls fall down
You find the light in hidden eaves
Like summer wind in autumn leaves
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the hours pass
Pale white wings in morning gold
A story that the sun has told
The road is long and paved with stone
The weary driver walks alone
But here you glow in sudden white
A little piece of holy light
The fare is paid the ride is through
The sky is turning bright and blue
You take your flight into the glare
A sudden ghost within the air
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the hours pass
Pale white wings in morning gold
A story that the sun has told
Pale wing morning
Pale wing morning
