Wodden Planes:
Propellers spinning in the West Texas wind;
We ran behind:
You know we laughed, we thought our little flight would never end
You were my brother and I:
I knew you were my friend.
I wish we were chasing after wooden airplanes…once again.
The road's been long:
You know I've done some good,and,
Yes,I guess I've done some bad.
I've sung my song:
You know sometimes I swear I think
I've gone completely mad.
If the story of my life ever makes you sad
Remembre when we are a chasing after wooden airplanes.
Yes, I believe that was the finest time.
Propellers spinning in the West Texas wind;
We ran behind:
You know we laughed, we thought our little flight would never end
You were my brother and I:
I knew you were my friend.
I wish we were chasing after wooden airplanes…once again.
The road's been long:
You know I've done some good,and,
Yes,I guess I've done some bad.
I've sung my song:
You know sometimes I swear I think
I've gone completely mad.
If the story of my life ever makes you sad
Remembre when we are a chasing after wooden airplanes.
Yes, I believe that was the finest time.