Story Behind The Song
My wife said "I feel like I'm falling without a parachute". The rest I wrote in one afternoon.
Song Description
A gritty, blues-rock burner about finally breaking free from someone who takes and takes until there's nothing left. "No Parachute" paints razor-sharp scenes of a one-sided relationship--each verse stacking vivid metaphors of a woman who turns every kindness into chaos. The chorus hits like a revelation: the moment the narrator realizes he's the only one falling without a safety net. With its punchy rhythm, biting humor, and cathartic hook, the song lands as both an anthem of liberation and a hard-won moment of clarity.
| Song Length |
4:42 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, Annoyed |
Subject |
Failure, Sanity/Insanity |
| Similar Artists |
Jeff Beck, Owen Barry |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1960 - 1969 |
| |
Lyrics
Verse 1
Give her a doorway, she'll tear down the wall.
You offer a hand, and she hopes that you fall.
Leave one light burning, she'll move right in.
Give her a foothold, she'll slip again and again.
Verse 2
Loan her a cup, and she'll take the whole kitchen.
Offer a ride, and she starts with the bitchin'.
Share your campfire, she'll take the woodpile.
Hand her an anchor -- she'll sink with a smile.
Chorus
No, no, no -- I'm done playing the fool.
When the world says no, she just makes new rules.
Took a look around and finally saw the truth:
I'm the only one here without a parachute.
I'm cutting myself loose...cutting myself loose, cut, cut, cut, cutting myself loose.
Verse 3
Crack a window -- she complains it's way too loud.
Give her gasoline -- she'll set fire to your house.
Offer her a seat and she'll take all the chairs.
But whisper your future dreams, and she'll swear that she cares.
Chorus
No, no, no -- I'm done playing the fool.
When the world says no, she just makes new rules.
Took a look around and finally saw the truth:
I'm the only one here without a parachute.
I'm cutting myself loose...cutting myself loose, cut, cut, cutting myself loose.
Bridge
Ooo, so many chances, hoping maybe she'd change.
But she kept takin and takin' -- that's just how she's made.
And when the dust settled and the truth came due,
I was falling alone
with no parachute.
Chorus
No, no, no -- I'm done playing the fool.
When the world says no, she just makes new rules.
Took a look around and finally saw the truth:
I'm the only one here without a parachute.
I'm cutting myself loose...cutting myself loose...
End