Wooden Planes

Wooden Planes,

Propeller's 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

Remember when

we were a chasing after wooden

airplanes

Yes, I believe that was the finest time