Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust settles on the vinyl seat
Morning coffee goes cold and sweet
Radio plays a mariachi tune
Another fare beneath the moon
Santa Fe wakes up slow and dry
Veranda boards are warped and gray
Paper plane comes flying today
Child's hand folded the wings just right
Catches thermal in morning light
Dances past the chipped paint sign
Little airplane searches on
Desert motel, breaking dawn
No passenger to pay the fare
Just wind and dust and dry desert air
Rides the breeze past room nine doors
Lands where no taxi goes before
Driver watches from cab number three
Thirty years this route he's seen
Knows every crack in every wall
Watches paper planes rise and fall
Meter's off but engine runs
Little airplane searches on
Desert motel, breaking dawn
No passenger to pay the fare
Just wind and dust and dry desert air
Rides the breeze past room nine doors
Lands where no taxi goes before
Wheels turn on asphalt veins
Carries strangers, carries pains
But this small craft of folded page
Writes a script no gauge can gauge
No fare collected, no receipt
Just gravity and dusty street
Plane dips low past potted fern
Takes a turn it didn't earn
Settles soft on splintered rail
Tiny ghost without a trail
Driver tips his cap and waits
Child appears in doorway frame
Calls the plane a secret name
Picks it up with careful fingers
Smile remains when memory lingers
Cab pulls out as day expands
Little airplane searches on
Desert motel, breaking dawn
No passenger to pay the fare
Just wind and dust and dry desert air
Rides the breeze past room nine doors
Lands where no taxi goes before
Folded wings in small hands rest
Best fare the driver never blessed
