Brother L.A. - Daniel Lanois

The way you wait up late

When you finish the midnight shift

And you try to put out the hate

You know it’s going to drift

Brother, you’re going down

Down from the final blow

You can call on the one

The one that you knew

It feels right with you, my brother

It feels right when you’re right here

No, I don’t want to know

Every mountain every fear

Like a big old brother

Who can always pick you up

Who can fill your pocket

When you’re all messed up

The sea that promises defeat

Is the flood that will come

The heat that keeps your habit warm

Is the flame that will burn

Are you wearing your filters?

Are you changing your clothes?

Are you wearing your colours

So that nobody knows?

Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine

Like a big brother

Who’ll pick me up

Fill my pockets

When I’m all messed up

Invitation, you don’t have to hide no more

You can give me something, I don’t mind

You can lay it down on me

You can say it, I want to know

Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine

Oh sister, sister, sister, sister of mine

Look for my brother

Look for my brother

Look for my brother

Look for my brother