Track Insight / Lyrics
I trimmed the wick through thirty winters' gale
Now rust claims the lens and the iron rail
The beam is gone, the tower stands mute
But I still watch the horizon's disputed
Paper wings catch the heavy air
Salt and rust, but the child doesn't care
One good gust and I'm climbing the sky
Paper wings, teach an old man to fly
I'm creased from a notebook, launched by a boy
Now I rest in clover, a paper toy
The workshop hums with sawdust and time
The keeper watches clouds, not the light's chime
Paper wings catch the heavy air
Salt and rust, but the child doesn't care
One good gust and I'm climbing the sky
Paper wings, teach an old man to fly
My logbook's dry, the ink turned to brown
I count the ships that never came round
The backyard's wild, the fence eaten through
But that plane still flies in a child's view
Paper wings catch the heavy air
Salt and rust, but the child doesn't care
One good gust and I'm climbing the sky
Paper wings, teach an old man to fly
No beacon sweeps, no foghorn blows
Just the scent of pine and the creek that flows
The keeper smiles, a crack in the stone
He folds another wing, claims his own
Paper wings catch the heavy air
Salt and rust, but the child doesn't care
One good gust and I'm climbing the sky
Paper wings, teach an old man to fly
Salt wind shakes the workshop door
Paper wings forevermore
