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