Wooden Planes,

Propeller's 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 We

Were Chasing After Wooden

Airplanes....once Again



The Road's Been Long

You Know I've Done Some Good, 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