You fold the sheet with careful thumb
A crease so sharp it sings and hums
The alley swallows morning light
Your tiny craft prepares for flight
Rain turns paper into pulp
The city drinks it in a gulp
No passenger will hail this fare
Just rust and time and frozen air
Wings don't fly on iron dust
Dreams don't bloom on broken trust
Winter keeps what summer threw
The sky was never meant for you
Meter runs on silence now
No fare to pay no sacred vow
The saxophone sighs low and deep
While paper wings forget to sleep
Wings don't fly on iron dust
Dreams don't bloom on broken trust
Winter keeps what summer threw
The sky was never meant for you
Every crease a story told
Every rust spot bought and sold
The driver knows the route by heart
Even wings must fall apart
Cobblestones remember tread
Of small feet that have long since fled
The airplane rests in gutter's grip
A metal kiss on paper lip
Spring will come and melt the white
Reveal the wreck in morning light
But you won't wait to see it soar
You've driven past this block before
Wings don't fly on iron dust
Dreams don't bloom on broken trust
Winter keeps what summer threw
The sky was never meant for you
Wings don't fly on iron dust
Dreams don't bloom on broken trust
Winter keeps what summer threw
The sky was never meant for you
No the sky was never meant for you
Engine idles through the night
Paper flies on memory's flight
