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 could 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