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

Writer : JIMMY WEBB
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group