I caught the midnight bus at ten
Counting stops until the end
Film is rolling in my hand
Tracing lines across the sand
Cold wind hits the station glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Wait for just one golden glow
Nowhere left for me to go
Paper plane in a plastic bay
Hiding from the rainy day
Under humming humming white and blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Crossroads gas stop on the hill
Everything is standing still
I see white folds on the floor
Right beside the sliding door
Cold wind hits the station glass
Watching all the headlights pass
Wait for just one golden glow
Nowhere left for me to go
Paper plane in a plastic bay
Hiding from the rainy day
Under humming humming white and blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Creased and folded like a map
Tucked inside a narrow gap
Screaming tires on the street
Rhythm of a steady beat
Paper plane in a plastic bay
Hiding from the rainy day
Under humming humming white and blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Flash the bulb and lock the frame
Every city looks the same
I will pick it up and hold
Something silver, something bold
Paper plane in a plastic bay
Hiding from the rainy day
Under humming humming white and blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Toss it high above the roof
Looking for a living proof
Sailing past the diesel fumes
While the heavy static blooms
Paper plane in a plastic bay
Hiding from the rainy day
Under humming humming white and blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Fold it tight, let it fly
Underneath the velvet sky
Let it fly
Let it fly