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 swearÂ
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
