Coffee steam clouds the glass
Watch the midnight crowd pass
Grease on my apron white
Working through the cold night
Step out for a quick break
Feel the heavy air shake
Drizzle hits the concrete
Cold rain on a dark street
White paper wing in the blue
Caught in a wire or two
Tangled in electric glow
Nowhere left for it to go
Folded tight like a prayer
Hanging there in the air
Small white scrap in the grime
Frozen in a moment of time
White paper wing in the blue
Caught in a wire or two
Tangled in electric glow
Nowhere left for it to go
A child's hand let it fly
Sailing high in the sky
Now it clings to the steel
Making the loneliness real
Reach up high with my hand
Far from any green land
Wet ink runs on the page
Like a bird in a cage
Tuck it safe in my coat
Keep the little thing afloat
Back to the grill and the heat
While the city stays beat
White paper wing in the blue
Caught in a wire or two
Tangled in electric glow
Nowhere left for it to go
Just a scrap in the rain
Quiet joy, quiet pain
Paper wing.
