Paper Skylines

Dust on the windowpane,

watching the traffic crawl

Leaving our muddy boots out in the narrow hall

You had a map of a town that we never found

Just keeping our worn-out sneakers on the ground

But the engine is starting to hum

And we both know the summer is done

So catch the wind before it fades away

We're chasing shadows at the end of day

No reservations, nothing left to hold

Before the autumn turn of gold

Static and radio waves on a midnight dial

Sharing a thermos and resting a little while

You wrote a song on the back of a paper plate

Laughing at how we always arrive too late

So catch the wind before it fades away

We're chasing shadows at the end of day

No reservations, nothing left to hold

Before the autumn turn of gold

Before the gold turns cold (hummmm)