when we were youngsters

me and little brother

slip out the bedroom window

slide down that gutter

made our way

through the darkness

through the alleys

and the shortcuts

climb that ladder

up the water tower



we used to sit

and dream them dreams

of how our lives would be

as we grew older

dreams of glory and power

everything looked smaller

and at the same time taller

stretched on forever

the view from the tower



big river was rolling

seven year flood flowing

winds of war a-blowing

icy cold and snowing

boys grew into men then

right there and then then

little brother headed one way

and I went the other



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little brother dug in deeper

as my climb grew steeper

while he was building him a home

I built a tower of my own

we used to glimpse one another

across the wide rolling river

turn our gaze from each other

pretend we didn't remember



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I went down to the river

found a note in a bottle

read it there by the water

it said "I miss my brother"

I went and got my hammer

tore down my tower

built a raft and a rudder

sailed across that river

I went and found my brother

his children and their mother

never more will I wander

never more will I wonder



Chorus



Lyrics by Bob Walkenhorst

© 1994 Bob Walkenhorst Music BMI