A Song For My Brother - B. J. Thomas

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