Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
Sun glares through the windshield
Though it’s barely afternoon
Can’t delude myself
I know you’re going to be here soon
It’s been four months since I’ve seen you
More than nine since we last talked
Take my deep breaths
Get ready for the aftershock
‘Cause we both know why you’re coming
But there’s a lot of spaces in between
Just what you think I owe you
And what you’re finally going to get from me
But that’s what brothers do
When it all falls through
You take what you can
With your head and your hands
And then you just hold on
You say it’s not about the money
Well it’s sure not about your pride
But I recognize the signs of someone
Contemplating fratricide
Now don’t go getting squeamish
I’ve made my share of those plans too
And once we’ve got the knives out
Who knows who’ll end up sticking who
But my hands won’t be shaking
If you show up throwing more than words
We’re way past conversation
Hurtling on to where we both get burned
‘Cause that’s what brothers do
When it all falls through
You take what you can
With your head and your hands
And then you just hold on
Yeah that’s what brothers do
It’s an ancient truth
You do what you can
To wipe the blood from your hands
And then you just hold on
