Brother John

Do you hear the words I say?
And do you care about this place?
And do you see the sad embrace of two lonely people?
Why can’t we go back?

Are you listening Brother John?
Does her smile blind the sun?
So you miss her when she’s gone?
Do you cherish anyone?

Do you hear the words I say?
And do you care about this place?
And do you see the sad embrace of two lonely people?
Why can’t we go back?

Are you empty Brother John?
Is it lonely where you come from?
Are you saving anyone?
Do they blame you when things come undone?

Ain’t nobody gonna hold me down
Don’t you know I am gonna stand my ground in the end
Desolation hardly makes a sound
Ain’t nobody here to blame but yourself in the end

Our son’s condition is quite rare
Spends his afternoons upon a red reclining chair
Hurts me just to think what may be going on down there
Under his hair

The frayed edged photos of the man who spurned her Rowhouse Dreams
Maybe he still will want to be with me again someday she says
Maybe I can fast and wear that prom dress once again
I’ll show them all

Maybe we’ll go to the carnival for the weekend
Have cotton candy sticks and see the freaks there
– there’ll be freaks there
Rollercoaster through my heart just for the weekend
See the children from the school part time I teach them
– not on weekends

We make a big deal that we choose
From all the many countless ways we’ve learned to los
The patron saints of hopelessness and solitude
We sit and brood

Maybe we’ll go to the carnival for the weekend
Have cotton candy sticks and see the freaks there
– there’ll be freaks there
Rollercoaster through my heart just for the weekend
See the children from the school part time I teach them
– not on weekends

Oh can’t you see I’ll find eventually the love that I needed
– love that I needed