paper planes

You left your favorite paperback on my kitchen counter With the corner

of page ninety-two folded down

We drank bitter coffee as the morning grew louder

And talked about leaving this sleepy suburban town (mmmmm)

And I saw the map that you drew on your hand

Pointing to places we don't understand But the spark in your eyes

was a fire

in mine

Oh, we were running on paper-thin dreams

Stitch by stitch, busting out at the seams If the world is

a highway, we're driving without any headlights

Yeah, we're chasing the headlights (ooh-ooh)

Now there's a postcard from Denver

stuck to my fridge door With a picture of mountains we promised

we'd climb I still wear that oversized sweater you bought at the

thrift store To keep me from thinking of how we ran out

of time

Oh, we were running on paper-thin dreams

Stitch by stitch, busting out at the seams If the world is

a highway, we're driving without any headlights

Yeah, we're chasing the headlights (yeah)

Did you find what you wanted out there in the cold?

Is the story as grand as the one we were told?

Or are you still searching,

just like I'm still waiting? (hahhh)

We were

running on paper-thin dreams

Stitch by stitch, busting out at the seams If the world is

a highway, we're driving without any headlights

Yeah, we're chasing the headlights

(we're chasing them now!)

I still keep the corner folded down...

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