My baby brother's gone off
on a plane
to way, way down South
He left too early for me to realize
that I
was worried
I've flown alone before
but he;
he's so independent
and that sort of thing can lead to trouble
So now he's off and away
learning how to shoot down jets in Alabama
I hope my air force kid
doesn't get lost
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
My baby brother's gone off
on a plane
to way, way down South
He left too early for me to realize
that I
was worried
I've flown alone before
but he;
he's so independent
and that sort of thing can lead to trouble
So now he's off and away
learning how to shoot down jets in Alabama
I hope my air force kid
doesn't get lost
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