Brothers
So the airs getting colder and the news keeps us scared.
I still wrestle this summer in the bones of our tired and blistered hands,
Cause tonight we got drinks and just a couple of friends.
And the girl my brother likes is finally talking to him,
And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy.
Like hes got a great idea, like he's making a memory.
Wake up and come out to the car.
There's a east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
And we'll be lying like lions out in the sands.
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hand.
So we make jokes back home, and we lighten the mood.
But growing up, my parents saw what sending a kid to fight could really do.
And now with the war I tell their a little shook up.
Because just a few mothers sons will never really be enough.
Not till half of our names are etched out on the wall
And the other half ruined from the things we saw.
Wake up and come out to the car.
There's a east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
And we'll be lying like lions out in the sands.
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hand.
Wake up and come out to the car.
There's a east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
And we'll be lying like lions out in the sands.
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hand.