You folded wings from yesterday's news
The ink still wet on sports and weather
You aimed it where the alley curves
And watched it sail on frozen stones
The meter clicks its steady rhythm
While snow fills in the gutter's mouth
Your plane caught draft from passing tires
Then settled in the dirty snow
Paper winter holds your airplane
Grounded deep in frozen rain
No propeller no engine turning
Only silence no returning
You've driven past this alley daily
Seen dreams discarded in the slush
A mitten lost a broken bottle
This one flies without a push
Paper winter holds your airplane
Grounded deep in frozen rain
No propeller no engine turning
Only silence no returning
The meter stops the engine dies
Night reflects in weary eyes
You pick the plane from frozen ground
The only wreck you've ever found
Ink bleeds deep on cold pavement
Yesterday's scores wash clean away
You tuck the plane in coat pocket
Wait for wind another day
Cobblestones hold every landing
The meter wakes with heavy sigh
You drive the streets you know by heart now
Where paper planes are born to die
Paper winter holds your airplane
Grounded deep in frozen rain
No propeller no engine turning
Only silence no returning
Paper winter holds your airplane
Grounded deep in frozen rain
No propeller no engine turning
Only silence no returning
Paper winter paper winter
You keep flying anyway
Wings unfold in glove compartment
Meter runs on frozen time
