Wooden Planes

Wooden Planes: Propellers spinning in the West Texas wind; We ran hehind: 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 somegood, 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.