(verse)
We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale
and bought a parachute at a church rummage sale
I'll be out of my 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
(interlude)
We drank the great lakes like cold lemonade
and both got stomach aches sprawled out in the shade
I'll be out of my 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
Ican't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down