Be My Brother

I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother
How long is this life?
How long does it take
To build a home out of sticks and stones?
How long is this life?
How long does it take
To build a home out of shoes by the door?
We make rhythms, we keep time with the chopping blocks, nails and tar
When we’re done building, how long will we stay
Before the wind takes us to another place?
Is it fertile, will it grow
Will the lights turn on when we dam the flow?
Is it fertile, will it grow
Or will it wilt by the cold window?
I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother
How long is this life?
How long does it take
To step and step through the rocky lake?
To burn a canyon out of this path
To trim the branches out of your face?
When the city spreads it’s arms
My brother’s blood is not mine
But when the city spreads it’s arms
All of our bodies beat in time
And I’ll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border
I’ll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother