Airplanes — текст песни (Lisa Loeb)

I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.

I grew up where growing up makes me awkward and proud.

I grew up were it was a difficult drive to the airport,

And I hope you have a good ride, cause my mother, you know,

She doesnt like to fly.

I grew up were it was a difficult drive to the airport,

But I grew up.

School, school, swimming pool,

I walk barefoot home from school.

School, school.

And mother, thats a hard word, the things that youre leaving,

The things that youre missing, the things you dont know.

And father, thats a hard word, the things that youre needing,

The things that youre missing, the things that dont show.

How happy do you have to be to be happy?

How sad do you have to be to be sad?

Do you have to be sad?

Do you have to be?

I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed.