Flying Model Rockets

Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to

mine

I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on

the other side

My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words

and bloody knees

It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.

A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.

But there's nothing in California that you could not

learn to hate here

The questions will all still be waiting for you, the

answers will only be less clear

It's hard to say what I would do if I was back a year or

two

Look at our plans, try to understand what could have

happened to all of them.

Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to

mine

I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on

the other side

My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words

and bloody knees

It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.

A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.