She went to see him and they flew paper airplanes The mad wind tore at their paper wings And they flew like swallows They fell like kamikazees They crashed, but they did not burn And everthing had changed but nothing seemed different She did not know how close to stand She said can't you see we're moving in all directions? Can't you feel the pull? But you're still the one by which i chart my course Your still my, still my true north My sister was seven and i'd already turned eleven We saved cereal box coupons and sent away for kites And we took 'em to the back fields and we reeled 'em Free The mad wind took hers instantly and put it in A tree And everything had changed but nothing seemed Different And we did not know that he would have to leave We said can't you see we're moving in all directions Can't you feel the pull? They were still the ones by which we'd chart our Course Still our, still our true north My mother and father, they drove up together To the district court on the twenty-fourth of may After raising three daughters After thirty years as best friends They smiled as they read irreconcilable differences Everything had changed, but nothing seemed different So they took each other out to dinner He said can't you see we're moving in new directions Can't you feel the pull? But you're still the one by which i chart my course Still my, still my true north