Brother - The Slow Show

No, what have we here?

The cigarette smoke and hollow tears

No, brother, all those years

You sat me down to talk me through those fears

You’re too young to leave me, brother

Those days we had, will never pass me by

Let’s go back to football fields and backyard alleyways

Before God let you down, boy, and took your life away

Too young to leave me, brother

Those days we had, will never pass my by

No, brother, brother

Too young to leave now!

Too young to stand aside!

And just another call and no, I know

Oh brother, just another story told

Let’s go back to football fields and backyard alleyways

Before God let you down, boy, and took your life away