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