You stand by the telephone pole
Where the heavy black wires all roll
The pine needles blanket the clay
As the gold light fades from the day
White paper wing on a low hum
Wait for the steady beat to come
Sailing beneath the forest edge
Balanced right on a narrow ledge
You fold every corner just right
To keep that small glider in sight
The wind is a ghost in the trees
Bringing the tall branches to knees
White paper wing on a low hum
Wait for the steady beat to come
Sailing beneath the forest edge
Balanced right on a narrow ledge
I've driven these roads for a while
Counting the markers mile by mile
A man learns to watch how things drift
When the heavy winter winds shift
White paper wing on a low hum
Wait for the steady beat to come
Sailing beneath the forest edge
Balanced right on a narrow ledge
The humming is low in the heat
A rhythm that feels like a beat
Hold your breath while the paper spins
This is where the long journey begins
You look at me through the front glass
Watching the slow summer clouds pass
A child's hand can steer through the air
Taking a dream to anywhere
White paper wing on a low hum
Wait for the steady beat to come
Sailing beneath the forest edge
Balanced right on a narrow ledge
Just a white wing in the pine.
Keep it steady.
Keep it fine.
