LISA LOEB - Airplanes lyrics

rate me

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