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