Grey bus fumes in the humid air
Silver ring in my tangled hair
Snap a shot of the cypress knee
Hold the frame for the world to see
Old porch wood with a heavy grain
Washed in gold by a summer rain
Small white page in a shaking hand
Floating soft o'er the muddy land
Fold the edge and let it fly
Sailing slow through a velvet sky
White as salt on a wooden floor
Gliding home to an open door
Lens is wide and the focus clear
Keep the moment and hold it near
Louisiana in a copper glow
Watching where the slow waters flow
Fold the edge and let it fly
Sailing slow through a velvet sky
White as salt on a wooden floor
Gliding home to an open door
One sharp crease for a steady glide
Nowhere left for the fear to hide
Click the shutter and freeze the spark
Cutting right through the rising dark
Dusk is blue and the crickets call
Watch the paper plane start to fall
Landing right on a weathered rail
Thin as skin and a winter veil
Flash is bright in the purple haze
Tracing back all the lonely days
Capture light on a grainy screen
Brightest thing that I've ever seen
Fold the edge and let it fly
Sailing slow through a velvet sky
White as salt on a wooden floor
Gliding home to an open door
Paper wing light Paper wing light
Hold the frame tight
Paper wing light