In an upstairs room, under lock and key    It's my brother, Former Lee   All the mops and brooms keep him company    Misconceived of the family      Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed   No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head      Former Lee Warmer    When I hear him play in his twisted key   That's the way he calls to me    On a silver tray, I keep the master key   In every way, he depends on me      Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves   Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys      In an upstairs room under lock and key    It's my brother, Former Lee   And after all these years, I've never heard him speak   I wonder what he thinks of me      Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window    When he feels really brave   Former Lee Warmer waves at his father    Out in the family grave      He's flesh and blood to me    I love him brotherly   But, I don't want to be Former Lee