Hey brother
We'll make some money
I swear we'll make it out of here
Our father
Our father figure has changed his shape
The shadow cast for his sons brings an ominous shade
We're under the highway now
Praying for rain, devising ways to get out
All the signs on the side
Of the highway read night-crawlers for sale
Pockets full of change
Dirt under our nails
If this crazy scheme works
My faith will be restored
We'll replace the unkindness of familiar faces
With a stranger's new words
That will flow like the ocean
We've come so far to see
Oh brother you and me
We'll trade these changing leaves
For smog sunsets and brown palm trees
With martyred earthworms crucified on hooks
It's small price to pay
To be somewhere new