Brother - One Hundred Dollars

I prefer you not tell her

If you must then you may

What she knows of kissing

She won’t see it our way

But there’s something romantic

Between every friend

You’re some kind of lover

But you’re more like a brother in the end

Your shoulders have broadened

Since I first knew your name

Your hands they have roughened

But they touch me the same

And to still hold you tightly

I must have some gall

You’re some kind of lover

But you’re more like a brother after all

When the sun comes up but the guilt don’t rise

You’ll be happy with what I’ve been saying

When the tears you cry ain’t been brought by me

I’ll be better, be better, be better, to wipe them away

There’s a winning in losing

There’s a loss to be cut

One day we’ll break even

You can not leave it to luck

So I speak to the darkness

May the Gods give me might

You’re some kind of lover

But you’re more like a bother that’s alright