Lyrics:
I'm riding on a paper airplane
High above the rocks below
The shearing winds
Blow me sideways
Oh
No direction, free and flying
Empty slate, no where to go
Catch the current
Then I'm diving
Oh
Take a chance, turn the page
Rewrite the script, take the stage
Fold up the map and throw it away
Once I was a paper tiger
My skin was thin and quick to cut
I'd tear and shred
And burn like fire
Oh
Trapped and jammed
Bound up by the watermark
I longed for release
Take a chance, turn the page
Rewrite the script, take the stage
Fold up the map and throw it away
I'm riding on a paper airplane
Details: I got started really, really late this evening (after 7:30), but my roommate asked to do a co-write tonight, so that probably made it easier to get done. We did our usual thing of picking random prompts from various books and the one that stood out was "deckle", which is a frame that used to cut paper. We didn't end up using the word "deckle", but we did build the lyric around paper.
It took about three and a half hours to write-- and we did finished it before midnight-- but it took a while to practice and record, so it didn't get up until early January 25th.
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