stare at a wristwatch on a mighty fine day could bring tears to a stone wall or here where i stay mothers gathering leaves into a barrel and i say why do you pack your parachute with a thousand ton weight when you fall from the sky i ll bring you barrels of leaves but it would never soften your fall or ever help you at all and now i m all out of words here they all left me last week but i can give you my voice here it s all i have to speak i can give you my voice give you my voice when you fall from the sky i ll bring you barrels of leaves but it would never soften your fall or ever help you at all