Arrows at Airplanes - Steve Wariner

There’s an old man sitting on a river bank

With a cane pole in his hand

Two teen-age boys skipping school

Looking to kick up a little sand

«Hey your line’s not even in the water old man

And you ain’t got any bait»

He just smiles and says, «that's okay

I’m not fishing anyway»

I’m shooting arrows at airplanes

Throwing pillows at freight trains

Trying to walk across this clear blue sky

Loving every minute one second at a time

Sitting here on top of the world

Watching the day go by

He said, «this world’s full of people in a hurry boys

Driving crazy out in the fast lane

We’re all on different highways

But we all end up in the same ol' place

So I think I’ll sit here on this riverbank

With my bologna sandwich in this paper sack

There’s no place in this world that I’d rather be

Than lying right here on my back

Shooting arrows at airplanes

Throwing pillows at freight trains

Just trying to walk across this clear blue sky

Loving every minute one second at a time

Sitting here on top of the world

Watching the day go by

Shooting arrows at airplanes

Throwing pillows at freight trains

Just trying to walk across this clear blue sky

Loving every minute one second at a time

Sitting here on top of the world

Watching the day go by

I’m shooting arrows at airplanes

Throwing pillows at freight trains

I’m shooting arrows at airplanes

Throwing pillows at freight trains