your every word was a gold nugget
and you made me feel so very rich
but that was when you were my brother

you spoke about strange things from afar
though you were always at home with the hens
but that was when you were my brother

you strummed your old guitar like a lost lover
and spoke about the sputnik, Russia and heaven
but that was when you were my brother

now the rot has set in and our wounds are festering
you tell me i'm not your mother's son
now that you're no longer the brother i adored