Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to 
mine
I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on 
the other side
My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words 
and bloody knees
It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.
A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.
But there's nothing in California that you could not 
learn to hate here
The questions will all still be waiting for you, the 
answers will only be less clear
It's hard to say what I would do if I was back a year or 
two
Look at our plans, try to understand what could have 
happened to all of them.
Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to 
mine
I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on 
the other side
My brother's friend explains to me with breathless words 
and bloody knees
It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain.
A love I'll learn when I've been through the same.