Lyrics:
We wrote a preludeTo our own fairy taleAnd bought a parachuteAt a church rummage saleAnd with a mean sewing machineAnd miles of threadWe sewed the day above L.A.In navy and redWe roamed a racetrackThrough your mom's kitchen chairsAnd fought the shadowsBack down your dark basement stairsI lit a match, then let it catchTo light up the roomAnd then you yelled as we beheldAn old maroon hot air balloonI'll be out of my mindAnd you'll be out of ideas pretty soonSo let's spend the afternoonIn a cold hot air balloonLeave your jacket behindLean out and touch the tree tops over townI can't wait to kiss the groundWherever we touch back downWe drank the great lakesLike cold lemonadeAnd both got stomach achesSprawled out in the shadeSo bored to death, you held your breathAnd I tried not to yawnYou made my frown turn upside downAnd now my worries are goneI'll be out of my mindAnd you'll be out of ideas pretty soonSo let's spend the afternoonIn a cold hot air balloonLeave your jacket behindLean out and touch the tree tops over townI can't wait to kiss the groundWherever we touch back downI'll be out of my mindAnd you'll be out of ideas pretty soonSo let's spend the afternoonIn a cold hot air balloonLeave your jacket behindLean out and touch the tree tops over townI can't wait to kiss the groundWherever we touch back down