Carrying the Wet Wood

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

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

Lets carry the wet wood away from the shed

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

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