The morning papers read the news today About a man who threw his watch away He found a penny sitting on the track And swore he’d never look back The yellow bus is running down the lane The conductor doesn't mind the rain He plays a whistle with a steady beat To clear the crowded street Oh, we are sailing under paper airplane skies! Looking at the world through bright retro eyes With a pocket full of silver and a tune to play We’ll chase the winter right out of the day! An old umbrella floating in the breeze Between the branches of the apple trees A simple melody begins to grow From twenty years ago Oh, we are sailing under paper airplane skies! Looking at the world through bright retro eyes With a pocket full of silver and a tune to play We’ll chase the winter right out of the day! Paper airplane skies... (Skies so bright...) Before the day is done... (We're moving on...)
