Song For My Brother

(álbum: The Great American Dream - 1983)

Wooden planes
Propellers 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 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