Paper Wings
I live on a four seasons patio
It’s not as nice as the hotel but it’ll do
There’s a heater in one corner, and a mattress on the floor
And a map of the world on the wall
That calls me home when I have nothing at all
Airplanes rise out my window,
paper wings lost in the snow
Boats all drown in the shallows,
crossing boundaries, how was I to know
The map never told me so
I lie in the morning in the cold,
staring idly at my phone
I could leave any minute, but you know I’ll still be here
Underneath the covers where it’s warm
Sheltered from imaginary storms
Get up, get up, get up and go: the cardinals point the way
Tug, tug the strings on my iron heart today
So I tear the map from the wall
To hell with it all
Recording:
https://sugarstill.bandcamp.com/track/paper-wings