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