Up on the limb I had more to see but I can’t feel your hand
And I can’t extend my reach

I yelled down to you to climb the tree instead without my help
And you said back, “I tried”

Now I am looking at the branch where I stand it’s giving out, oh my
Can you hear my lonely cry

I should have saved a seed for you to grow and us to reap all night
Where the willow tree died

Well you always play the games
Looks like you’re off again, but your branches always break
When on solid ground we stand
You lean down and lend a hand and everything goes as you planned