Brothers

The house was like a tomb

I was hidin' in my room

As my brother made his way on down the hall

I didn't wanna say goodbye

And I was tryin' to deny there was a war

And that he'd got the call

I watched him from my window walkin' down the drive

Then I ran down the stairway, through the front door, and I cried

You come back, you hear?

And I let him see my tears

I said, "I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio

I'll do anything you want

Clean your room or wash your car

I'll do anything so long as you don't go"

But he said, "This is what brothers are for"

Well, I have my heroes

But the one I love the most

Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat

And I wrote him every night

I said, "I miss our pillow fights

But lately I just wonder where you're at"

Well, sometimes freedom makes it hard to live

When it takes things from you that you don't wanna give

I said, "You come back, you hear?

I miss you bein' near

To laugh and fish down in the maple grove

Yeah, I'll do anything you want

There must be someone I can call

And just maybe they would let you come back home"

But he wrote, "This is what brothers are for"

I may never have to face the anger of those guns

Or lie cold and wounded in my blood

Or know the sacrifice and what it must have cost

For him to love me that much

Well, it had been two years

And I held back my tears

When I saw him in that wheelchair on the shore

And as I ran and held him tight

That's when he looked me in the eyes

He said, "I'm sorry that you have to push me home"

And I said, "Hey, this is what brothers are for"