Without a Parachute
Words by Malcolm Reid
Music by Jim Best
Verse 1
If you haven’t got wings like you see on angels’ shoulders
If you haven’t got parachutes packed in your bag
Now and then you’ve got to ask the way to go
Now and then you cry out, “Tell me what to do.”
Chorus
And you keep on falling
And you keep on falling
And you keep on falling
Through air
Verse 2
If you haven’t got things like you see in all the windows
If you haven’t got anything sold by the stars
Now and then you’ve got to make the old things do
Now and then you’ve got to smile and pass on through
Verse 3
If you haven’t learned yet what the smarter guys are learning
If your hands are cumbersome, your skin is raw
Now and then you’ve got to make the lady smile
Now and then you’ve got to settle for a smile
Verse 4
If you haven’t lived yet and you don’t know how to die
If you’ve never been overseas, nor seen the wars
Now and then you could fight so foolishly
Now and then it could take a while to see
