Did you know there was a garden in the back of the house we grew up in?
Fruit trees over our heads
Chased me around and around till we laid in the grass and your friends came along
And I just couldn’t wait to be half as tall
Brother, tell me again how my mother had to grow up with another child just younger than she
Your room was a secret I never went in, but I’d hear you in high school laugh with your friends
And I knew that you’d save me if I needed help, but when they were around I’d just play by myself.
Thinking of something that might make you smile or a conversation that’d impress you for a while
Brother, tell me again how I’m smaller
Maybe one day I’ll be older and somehow just save your life.
Too many states far away just to drive so we’d fly to visit you there
And nobody gets you like family does, till you’re bad or you’re broken, covered in dust.
Brother, moved back to Georgia this summer
Told mom and dad he’d gone under
Back in the south in my grandparents’ house
Where we both had a ball thinking of all that we did when we were kids