White folded page on a midnight breeze
Sailing past salt and the cedar trees
Through the glass door of a quiet place
Searching for one familiar face
Paper wing glide through the 3am air
Landing right here on a vinyl chair
Folding its creases in coffee steam
Sailing back home from a distant dream
Maple syrup on a chipped white plate
Waiting for someone who arrived too late
Silver spoons clink on a formica top
Where the long highway comes to a stop
Paper wing glide through the 3am air
Landing right here on a vinyl chair
Folding its creases in coffee steam
Sailing back home from a distant dream
Ink on the margin in a child's hand
Written in lines that the wind understands
Drawn with a crayon of a deep ocean blue
Bringing a message that feels brand new
Paper wing glide through the 3am air
Landing right here on a vinyl chair
Folding its creases in coffee steam
Sailing back home from a distant dream
Old yellow lamps cast a heavy gold glow
Watching the clock as the minutes go slow
One last delivery of a paper flight
Cutting a path through the velvet night
Paper wing glide through the 3am air
Landing right here on a vinyl chair
Folding its creases in coffee steam
Sailing back home from a distant dream
Folded and still on the table top
Where the long highway comes to a stop
