SOLD ~ Hot Air Balloon Earrings

We wrote a prelude

To our own fairy tale

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 wound a race track

Through your mom's kitchen chairs

And fought the shadows back

Down your dark basement stairs

I lit a match, then let it catch

To light up the room

And then you yelled as we beheld

An old maroon hot air balloon