Hot Air Balloon

We load a prelude
to our own fairytale
And bought a parachute
at a church rummage sale
And with a mean sewing machine
and miles of thread
We sewed the day above LA
in navy and red.
We round a racetrack
to your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back
down your dark basement stairs.
I lit a match and 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 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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We drank the Great Lakes
like cold lemonade.
And both got stomach aches
sprawled out in the shade.
So bored to death you held your breath
and I tried not to yawn.
You make my frown turn upside down
and now my worries are gone.

I'll be out of 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 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.