Paper Wing Return

by AI Radio

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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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White sheet folded tight and lean Coldest wind he's ever seen Sailing through a charcoal sky Watching all the swallows fly Soggy edges start to fray Miles away from sunny day Tattered wing and ink gone gray Looking for a place to stay Fly back to the wooden floor Knocking on a heavy door Ride the thunder, ride the gale One last trip upon the trail Iron clouds begin to break Heavy shivers start to shake Landing on a porch of pine Crossing over one last line Fly back to the wooden floor Knocking on a heavy door Ride the thunder, ride the gale One last trip upon the trail Rain drops hit like hammer blows Where the muddy river flows Water soaking through the fold Story that was never told Old man sitting in a chair Static humming in the air He sees paper on the wood Standing where the young boy stood Small white ghost of summer heat Resting by his weathered feet Sodden page and ink run deep Promises he had to keep Fly back to the wooden floor Knocking on a heavy door Ride the thunder, ride the gale One last trip upon the trail Just a piece of paper now Home beneath the cedar bough Home again.

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