Brother of mine, where are you going?   Drunken stares, this table just isn't the same   A wave goodbye from both our driveways   Say anything, because you are married now      This never-ending story of people   Leaving and dreaming and coming back home      Stay-   Where are you going?   Why are you leaving?   Please just come back home      Why?-   Late night phone calls   Bags are packed up now   You can come back home      I know-   You gave it a try   Some things don't work out   Your family is home      Never said goodbye this many times   I will try to keep in touch with you   It's not the same, the stories are changing   Chairs have turned and backs will be turning      A night in Chicago   Sidewalk confessions   "I'm going to a place where no one knows me."      We're taught to fail   We're made to crawl   We're built to stay together      Don't question our ties   I don't deny the lies we told   And the stories that we never sold   We tried and some will die trying      We just end up failing, they us to fail   The bag pipes are playing our song   While we wait in line for our lives   Grab my hand   Before I kiss the bottom   This table is falling apart   Like glue... I'm bonded to you