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 timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
