Airplanes

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 where it was a difficult drive to the airport And I hope you have a good ride 'Cause my mother, you know, she doesn't like to fly I grew up where 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, that's a hard word The things that you're leaving The things that you're missing The things you don't know And father, that's a hard word Things that you're needing The things that you're missing The things you don't show And how happy do you have to be to be happy? How sad do you have to be to be sad? And do you have to be sad? Do you have to be? I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed