Текст песни
Swim goggles and a cardboard box
Painted on wings and wooden propellor spoons
He's a flying ace at five
And seen the world through his little boy eyes
In his dreams
He soars so high
And paints the sky with clouds of white
He swims with the birds
And glides over hills
In his dreams
He's a boy in a flying machine
(Shalala, shalala)
Dusty attic in the summer heat
Looking forward to college and friends
He packs away his childhood things
in a box with faded wings
In his dreams
He soars so high
And paints the sky with clouds of white
He swims with the birds
And glides over hills
In his dreams
He's a boy in a flying machine
(Shalala, shalala)
Married now with days that blend
In the closet there's a cardboard plane
He wonders where the years have flown
As a man with a family of his own
In his dreams
He soars so high
And paints the sky with clouds of white
He swims with the birds
And glides over hills
In his dreams
He's a boy in a flying machine
(Shalala, shalala)