Race You Home - Paper Aeroplanes

Protect your heart from passing storms,

And clean your teeth at night,

Bundled roots of old routines,

And comfort far behind,

We’ll sweep past the shadows,

Under street lamp skies,

And cast off like ships into the night.

Race you home,

Race you home,

Race you home,

When hope is almost gone.

Winter came like falling trees,

But won’t stay by your side,

You close the door to winds of change,

And nestle safe inside,

We’ll hang out in caverns,

Singing campfire songs,

And chalk lines and patterns where we stand.

Race you home,

Race you home,

Race you home,

When hope is almost gone,

When hope is almost gone.

Race you home,

Race you home,

Race you home,

Race you home.