Could you pack my parachute?


I wish you could pack my parachute mister,
Before the plane reaches 100,000 feet
And the air rushes in like a day old blister

Today is College, tomorrow, thick white whiskers
This short trip includes only one special feat
I wish you could pack my parachute mister

Then, early morning discussions on the biblical masters
Before a leisurely drive as the radio plays mellow beats
And the air rushes in like a day old blister

Pick out a fine black suit, could it go any faster
Should I attend my reunion, where do we meet?
I wish you could pack my parachute mister

Coming upon a road block, I laugh like a court jester
A purgatory, Voltaire grinning, how should I greet
And the air rushes in like a day old blister

Sitting, grinning, I’m not the least bit bitter
The journey, if at an end, nothing but a bleep
No need to pack my parachute miser
And the air still rushes in like a day old blister.

-JW