Silver light on the river bed
Camera strap around my head
Empty dock where the ferry sleeps
Cold blue water where the current leaps
White paper wings in the morning haze
Spinning around in a golden glaze
Humming a tune on the salty ground
Lost in the air where the wind is found
Bus ticket tucked in my denim vest
Heading out east from a lonely west
Flash bulb pop and a shutter click
Concrete gray and the smog is thick
White paper wings in the morning haze
Spinning around in a golden glaze
Humming a tune on the salty ground
Lost in the air where the wind is found
Creased up edges of a child's fold
Stories written in a script of gold
Sailing low by the rusted beam
Waking up from a heavy dream
White paper wings in the morning haze
Spinning around in a golden glaze
Humming a tune on the salty ground
Lost in the air where the wind is found
Gravel crunching under worn out soles
Filling up all of the empty holes
Watch it glide through the open air
Leaving behind every single care
White paper wings in the morning haze
Spinning around in a golden glaze
Humming a tune on the salty ground
Lost in the air where the wind is found
Just a snapshot. Let it fly.
Let it fly.