Floating back in time to steer my life

Laying out looking at the sky

Just like a child with wild eyes

Shining like the moon on fire

Searching in the night

For a way I could fly a paper airplane

We do what we have to do

Now I’m more careful than I was in my youth

Drawing plans of big machines

Where I used to keep my wildest dreams

Painted on the side of the door

Lately I don’t put my faith anymore on airplanes

Paper airplanes

Here I go again tonight

Drifting toward a way to steer my life

Folding all the corners down

Find a way fly, feet on the ground

Watching for the turn in the wind

Waiting on the wings to lift me up again on an airplane

Paper airplane