What do you say to my brother My friend, then you've said that same thing to me It's no big deal, she's just my sister No need to compromise on your crude philosophy My friend did you know you are my brother And I know that what you say is what you've heard I'm where and wearying and I'm worn I scream until I cannot hear a word
But somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on me But I throw conviction to the wind and set my anger free And how can I expect this house to stand on the mud I've laid 'cause I'm tripping, falling on myself and the staircase that I've made
And where's the honor in that, where's the honor in that C'mon brother can you tell me Where's the honor in that, where's the honor in that I can hear my sister ask me "If this was a perfect world Would brothers and sisters still act that way? 'Cause if this is righteousness I'll settle for mediocrity any day."
I guess my tongue of pride has had it say Why do I get so defensive anyway Dumb pride, dumb luck, which is the cause And I wonder which of these sustains a greater loss
But somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on me But we throw conviction to the wind and set this anger free And how can we expect this house to stand on the mud we've laid We're tripping, falling on ourselves and the staircase that we've made
Oh who am I, and what is my family? That days to come have even held a place for me Can you hear me saying I will build a house for you And you say 'First look to your neighbor's house. There is much work to do.' If not then...