Carrying the Wet Wood Paroles

That our jackets were just like parachutes

Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside

Why did you tell me, oh why
There was nothing left to climb
There was nowhere left to hide
All tall things have gone inside

At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes

At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
We had the proof
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads

Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed
So there's somewhere for them, to rest their heads
To rest their heads

At the top, of the garage
We had the proof
That our jackets were just like parachutes