We wrote a prelude
To our own falry tale
And bought a parachute
At a church rummage sale
And wlth a mean sewlng machine
And mIIes of thread
We sewed the day above LA
ln navy and red
We wound a race track
Through your moms kltchen chalrs
And fought the shadows back
Down your dark basement stalrs
l IIt a match... then let lt catch
To IIght up the room
And then you yeIIed as we beheld
An old maroon hot alr baIIoon
l wIIl be out of my mlnd
And youII be out of ldeas
Pretty soon
So lets spend
The afternoon ln a cold hot alr baIIoon
Leave your jacket behlnd
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
l cant walt
To klss the ground
Wherever we touch back down
la la la la la la la la
We drank the Great Lakes
IIke cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches
Sprawled out ln the shade
So bored to death you held your breath
And l trled not to yawn
You made my frown turn upslde down
And now my worrles are gone
l wIIl be out of my mlnd
And youII be out of ldeas
Pretty soon
So lets spend
The afternoon ln a cold hot alr baIIoon
Leave your jacket behlnd
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
l cant walt
To klss the ground
Wherever we touch back down
l wIIl be out of my mlnd
And youII be out of ldeas
Pretty soon
So lets spend
The afternoon ln a cold hot alr baIIoon
Leave your jacket behlnd
Lean out and touch the treetops over town
l cant walt
To klss the ground
Wherever we touch back down
