Born from a school book page
Locked in a graphite cage
Tossed from a small warm hand
Searching for a landing land
Cold wind bites the cobblestone
Sinking in the grey alone
Tearing at my paper wing
Wait to see what winter brings
I am just a paper pilot
Falling through a winter quiet
Slipping down the frozen street
Where the slush and asphalt meet
Cabs roll by in yellow lines
Reading all the traffic signs
Rubber tires spray the grit
This is where the story hit
Cold wind bites the cobblestone
Sinking in the grey alone
Tearing at my paper wing
Wait to see what winter brings
I am just a paper pilot
Falling through a winter quiet
Slipping down the frozen street
Where the slush and asphalt meet
Ink stains bleed into the wet
A debt the city won't forget
Sodden edges start to fray
Watching all the blue turn grey
I am just a paper pilot
Falling through a winter quiet
Slipping down the frozen street
Where the slush and asphalt meet
Old men lean on rusted rails
Watching as the spirit fails
A fare is paid in heavy rain
Washing out a child's pain
I am just a paper pilot
Falling through a winter quiet
Slipping down the frozen street
Where the slush and asphalt meet
Flattened by a heavy boot
Torn away from every root
Pressed against the frozen lime
Waiting for the end of time
Just a page upon the floor
Closing up the open door Paper pilot
Winter quiet
