Hot Air Balloon
We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale
- We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale
- And bought a parachute
- At a church rummage sale
- And with a mean sewing machine
- And miles of thread
- We sewed the day above L A
- In navy and red
- We roamed a racetrack through
- Your mom's kitchen chairs
- And fought the shadows back down
- Your dark basement stairs
- I lit a match then let it catch to
- Light up the room
- And then you yelled as we beheld
- An old maroon hot air balloon
- I'll be out of my mind
- And you'll be out of ideas pretty soon
- So let's spend the afternoon
- In a cold hot air balloon
- Leave your jacket behind
- Lean out and touch the tree tops over town
- I can't wait to kiss the ground
- Wherever we touch back down
- We drank the great lakes like cold lemonade
- And both got stomach aches'
- Sprawled out in the shade
- Swore to death' you held your breath
- And I tried not to yawn
- You made my frown turn upside down
- And now my worries are gone
- I'll be out of my mind
- And you'll be out of ideas pretty soon
- So let's spend the afternoon
- In a cold hot air balloon
- Leave your jacket behind
- Lean out and touch the tree tops over town
- I can't wait to kiss the ground
- Wherever we touch back down
- I'll be out of my mind
- And you'll be out of ideas pretty soon
- So let's spend the afternoon
- In a cold hot air balloon
- Leave your jacket behind
- Lean out and touch the tree tops over town
- I can't wait to kiss the ground
- Wherever we touch back down
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