PAPER PLANE
Stood on your doorstep, half light at sunrise
Your door a shade of faded blue
The air was pregnant with words unspoken
growing contractions of coming conversations
I hold my hand out, across our ocean
Our growing canyon, our great divide
I won’t pretend I don’t know how we got here
But it hurts less when I act surprised.
And if i could just ask for more time
the words alone would not suffice
But maybe if I fold them in a melody
They could find a way to fly, find a way to fly
I take a breath and send love soaring
Like letting go of a paper plane
Wrapped in a tune you might remember
Gently gliding across the lane
And if i could just ask for more time
the words alone would not suffice
But maybe if I fold them in a melody
They could find a way to fly, find a way to fly
And if by chance our voices would find
each other, in harmony entwined
We’d make a bed of golden threads
And never lose our way again,
never lose our way again
And if i could just ask for more time
the words alone would not suffice
But maybe if I fold them in a melody
They could find a way to fly, find a way to fly
A friend of mine introduced me to this song while we backpacked around Europe a few years ago. It turned into our theme song, and yes we did get fucked up in Hamburg on a Sunday Night! stainer
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022