Wooden planes Propellers spinnin' 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 that we Were chasing after wooden airplanes Once again
The roads been long You know I've done some good And yes I guess I've done some bad
I've sung my songs And 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 I've ever had
Yes I believe That was the finest time I've ever had
