song for my brother

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