We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale
And bought a parachute at a church rummage sale
And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A. in navy and red

We round a racetrack through your mom's kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back down your dark basement stairs
I lit a match and let it catch to light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld an old maroon

Hot air balloon

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

la la la la la la
la la la la la la

We drank the great lakes like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches sprawled out in the shade
So bored to death you held your breath and I tried not to yawn
You make my frown turn upside down and now my worries are gone

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

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