Me and Johnny we were brothers Though we did not look the same We had not much in common We shared little but out last name He was big and bright and handsome I was quiet, pale and shy He could talk a streak I could barely speak Where I'd stumble, he would fly So much so easily came to him Me, I had to work so much Where I struggled on with everything Johnny had the Midas touch He was quick to anger, quick to laugh, quick to fight Quick to forgive He lived each day as though it was his last Me, I merely lived He left home when I was eighteen I still recall his face We waited vainly for his letters As he moved from place to place Me I settled down and married I got a mortgage and two kids And if I envied him his freedom I soon learned to keep it hid Chorus: If you love someone Can you let it show? Hold them close to you and tell them So they know It's too late By the grave Give them all the love you have everyday Johnny died when I was 30 It was a senseless, random d**h I got the news, put down the Œphone I could not get my breath My parents took it worse than me For I had lost a brother But they had lost their prodigal son They took their pain out on each other I tried hard to make up for Johnny I tried to be a better son It nearly k**ed me, trying to live for two I could only live for one Chorus And so it fell to me to be the one To sort through his effects I have no words to say how hard it was to search his desk He seemed so real, so near to me This man I barely knew Whose freedom I'd so resented With each turning of the screw And then I found the package It was all tied up with string I cut the knot, and opened it And it revealed so many things There were the letters That he had never sent He mostly wrote to me They revealed the prisoner upon each page The man I'd thought so free He wrote "Frank You think I have so much Indeed there's little I've not done But you are loved and can give love back You're the lucky one You're the lucky one Frankie You have family, friends, your wife And all they'll say when I'm gone Is, "he had a busy life" He wrote, "Frank I just can't say those words We're so different we two And if you're reading this then I'm long gone So Frank, I love you" Chorus It was late next day When I got home My wife had gone to bed She stretched and stirred and made some room "Are you okay?" she said And I lay down and I held her close And I kissed her on the head Then reaching out to take her hand "I love you." I said Chorus