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
