Oh Brother

I fear the loneliness with you
The sight of us hanging through the words colliding as a waterfall falling in
the deep skin
We walked before we knew how to dance stepping in how we can
An air is cutting through the wood
My love is there, my love is there
Oh mama don’t you worry about me
I have one or two tricks with me
Inside the vest you left
I’ll be tappin and clappin where the drum kills the beat
I ounce heard about the brothers sittin' at the bar
Drinking their wine
Signing
Ah…
Fill up the cayon
Reach out for good
We’ll be the providence we choose
In this foreign land we choose for good
Ah…