Brother of mine, where are you going?
Drunken stares, this table just isn't the same
A wave goodbye from both our driveways
Say anything, because you are married now

This never-ending story of people
Leaving and dreaming and coming back home

Where are you going?
Why are you leaving?
Please just come back home

Late night phone calls
Bags are packed up now
You can come back home

I know-
You gave it a try
Some things don't work out
Your family is home

Never said goodbye this many times
I will try to keep in touch with you
It's not the same, the stories are changing
Chairs have turned and backs will be turning

A night in Chicago
Sidewalk confessions
"I'm going to a place where no one knows me."

We're taught to fail
We're made to crawl
We're built to stay together

Don't question our ties
I don't deny the lies we told
And the stories that we never sold
We tried and some will die trying

We just end up failing, they us to fail
The bag pipes are playing our song
While we wait in line for our lives
Grab my hand
Before I kiss the bottom
This table is falling apart
Like glue... I'm bonded to you

Lyrics submitted by geekusa

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    General Commentwhoever typed this, typed it wrong, everything from "i know..." on is wrong, asshole.
    bythehourson January 25, 2005   Link
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    General Commentwhoa so wrong...
    But I do have to say that this is easily one of the best Bike songs, up there with Zerosum and Sleeping Weather. I get chills when I hear it.
    SeanBrownBikeon March 21, 2005   Link

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