Hey little brother the winds of the world   Have ruffled your soft and weakened wings   And though I can't hold you as I look into your eyes   I can see the film that disappointment brings   I know it's rained upon your childhood dreams   The games you've been playing   Weren't quite what they seemed   How can I tell you don't bang your head against the wall   The wall I've been banging and praying might fall      Your time will come on another day   And your dreams will flame and in the fire play   On another day      I know it's hard for you to understand   There are no flying angels come to lend a hand   No smiling faces lined for you to meet   It looks like that in twisted glass   From the kind side of the street      Chorus      Repeat 1st verse      Chorus