A paper boat that floats on home one lonely April day
Sent me back and now I've sailed too far on sentimental waves
And as we said our goodbyes
I didn't want you to cry
And as we said our goodbyes
I didn't want you to cry
A paper boat that floats downstream on stories we had wrote
And though I know where you've been, I don't know where you'll go
And as you took back your hand
I couldn't understand
And as you took back your hand
I couldn't understand
Well on a New York bus she's bound
While songs for Mary keep on flowing out from me
And as the snow falls down around our feet
She's gone
And as we said our goodbyes
I didn't want you to cry
And as we said our goodbyes
I didn't want you to cry