The Highest Branch

Like leaves from a tree, at the beginning of Fall
Ready you are, to sail me by
Along-with-the-wind-and-yet-bound-to-the-soil
Ready I am, to watch you sail

And we all know, we always seem to know
Where we go, and what we undergo
But we don't
We always seem to notice
But we don't
Yes we don't

And we turn things over
'Til it tears our ties off
And we drift
And we're turning round and round
Turn things over !
Tear the ties off !
Hear me sing
I am falling to the ground

Like leaves from a tree, at the beginning of Fall
Gone crisp and cold, you sail me by
Along-with-the-wind-and-yet-bound-to-the-soil
My spirit quails, I watch you sail

And we all know, we always seem to know
Where we go, and what we undergo
But we don't
We always seem to notice
But we don't
Yes we don't

And I turned things over
And I tore my ties off
And I drifted awhile
And I saw

A splendid tree
From faraway:
Its highest branch
Would never sway

For everything
You can't ignore
We make mistakes
'Bout what we are

Yet some persons
Do tie us all
And make us feel
So small

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