Are we having the time of our lives
Are we coming across clear
Are we coming across fi ne
Are we part of the plan here
Are we having the time of our lives

We had the drive and time on our hands
One little room and the biggest of plans
The days were shaping up frosty and bright
Perfect weather to fly
Perfect weather to fly

Pounding the streets where my father’s feet
still ring from the walls
We’d sing in the doorways
Or bicker and row
Just fi guring how
We were wired inside
Perfect weather to fly