We were kids with a map that we drew on our hands
Building little kingdoms out of rivers and sand
They said the current's too strong, you'll never stay afloat
But we still set sail on a folded paper boat
So row, row, against the doubt
Hold the line when the storm comes out
Every dreamer the world wrote off
Still sailing on a paper boat
Now the city is loud and it's easy to fold
But the fire we started has never gone cold
We patch up the leaks and we laugh at the rain
And point our little paper boat at the wave again
So row, row, against the doubt
Hold the line when the storm comes out
Every dreamer the world wrote off
Still sailing on a paper boat
Whoa-oh, we were never gonna sink
Whoa-oh, we're closer than you think
