Paper Planes in the Park

I found a box of photos

In the attic today

Of a world that's long ago

And very far away

We were wearing silly hats

And standing in the sun

Thinking that the adventure

Had only just begun

The colors are fading to a sepia brown

Just like the memories of our little town

We used to make paper planes

And throw them in the park

Chasing all the shadows

'Til it started to get dark

We didn't have a worry

We didn't have a care

Just the smell of cut grass

In the summer air

Now the park is a parking

Lot of concrete and steel

And I'm trying to remember

How it used to feel

And the clock keeps

On ticking the years fly by

Like a paper plane lost

In a summer sky

I'm reaching for a moment

That I can't quite hold

In a world that's getting

Far too bitter and cold

Oh we were flying paper

Planes in the afternoon light

Before the long shadow

Of the coming night

With a little bit of paper

And a lot of heart

We didn't know

That we were gonna fall apart

It's a nostalgic melody

A bittersweet tune

Underneath the ghost

Of a daytime moon

I saw the old swing

Set it's rusted and still

At the bottom of the lonely

And the grassy hill

I remember your laughter

I remember your face

Before we disappeared

Into the empty space

Of the grown-up world

And the heavy routine

Living in the places

That we haven't even been

So I'll make one more plane

Out of a page of my past

And I'll throw it to the wind

And I'll hope it will last

Long enough to reach

You wherever you are

Underneath the light

Of a long-distance star

Maybe you'll catch it

And you'll start to smile

And remember

How it felt for a little while

Oh we were flying paper

Planes in the afternoon light

Before the long shadow

Of the coming night

With a little bit of paper

And a lot of heart

We didn't know

That we were gonna fall apart

It's a nostalgic melody

A bittersweet tune

Underneath the ghost

Of a daytime moon