paper cranes lay scattered across my bedroom floor
i've done a million folds in the memory of home
but not a damn one will make you love me more
so I lay on the carpet with my memories; all alone

rolling down the highway in a truck made of rust
singing along to every unknown song on the radio
because one day these moments will turn to dust
and the tuneless memories will have no where to go

the scenary is a masterpiece of greens and yellows
a hundred thousand paper flowers paint the sky blue
I made the same wish on every shooting star that rose
but not a damn one will bring me back to you

now the water is ice cold and the air is crystal clear
we've left that town for this moutaintop of beauty
my paper cranes found somewhere to soar out here
and you're still whispering the name that belonged to me