Wooden planes

(Jimmy Webb) 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