Loeb Lisa Airplanes Lyrics

Airplanes Lyrics

I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.
I grew up where
growing up makes me awkward and proud.
I grew up were it was a difficult
drive to the airport,
and I hope you have a good ride, cause my mother, you
know,
she doesn't like to fly.
I grew up were it was a difficult drive to
the airport,
but I grew up.
School, school, swimming pool,
I walk
barefoot home from school.
School, school.
And mother, that's a hard
word, the things that you're leaving,
the things that you're missing, the
things you don't know.
And father, that's a hard word, the things that
you're needing,
the things that you're missing, the things that don't
show.
How happy do you have to be to be happy?
How sad do you have to be
to be sad?
Do you have to be sad?
Do you have to be?
I grew up where
throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.