Thirty stories up My mind weighin' me down Golden sky surrounds me There's not a soul around I hear the city hum As I sit here on the edge I take a breath And place some paper on the ledge A pen from my pocket A few words on each note Keep 'em short, keep 'em simple Each sheet, a single line I wrote It's little things I need to hear Like: You're allowed to start again It's okay to not have answers And this is not your story's end And when I'm done I take each note and fold it carefully Words of hope left unspoken One more crease to give it wings I take my aim at the Sun Setting in the sky I hold my breath, close my eyes And let it fly Paper planes and promises Truths riding on the wind A breath of hope, that's all this is Like advice from a long-lost friend Paper planes and promises Sometimes that's all it takes To make it through just one more day All the difference that it makes Down on Vance Avenue My words come to rest Somehow finding someone new Something heavy on their chest They pause, unsure, then open it The ink still fresh and blue A single line that reads like truth To all they're going through Paper planes and promises Truths riding on the wind A breath of hope, that's all this is Like advice from a long-lost friend Paper planes and promises Sometimes that's all it takes To make it through just one more day All the difference that it makes