Aviones de Papel

It was a wine-filled Tuesday
Sketching out our fate
On a napkin
With endless dreams
In the dim light
Listening to Spinetta

And we envisioned ourselves in Buenos Aires
Watching a Boca-River match in the stands
In tango classes
Even if you can’t dance
And having breakfast with a croissant

We planned every moment in detail
It was like ten hours of conversation
I was looking for restaurants
You were finding the rest of the info

We had already asked about the ticket price
We knew the street and the hotel name
It was all laid out in a draft
But no one flies on paper airplanes

We never took off
We didn’t even reach the runway
What we dreamed of
Just turned into a list

And I keep getting millions of emails
Always promoting museum deals
They keep asking me and I’m in the middle of grief
If we’re ever gonna take that flight

We planned every moment in detail
It was like ten hours of conversation
I was looking for restaurants
You were finding the rest of the info

We had already asked about the ticket price
We knew the street and the hotel name
It was all laid out in a draft
But no one flies on paper airplanes

This way no one flies
This way no one flies
This way no one flies
This way no one flies