What do you say to my brotherMy friend, then you’ve said that same thing to meIt’s no big deal, she’s just my sisterNo need to compromise on your crude philosophyMy friend did you know you are my brotherAnd I know that what you say is what you’ve heardI’m where and wearying and I’m wornI scream until I cannot hear a wordBut somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on meBut I throw conviction to the wind and set my anger freeAnd 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 madeand where’s the honor in that, where’s the honor in thatC’mon brother can you tell meWhere’s the honor in that, where’s the honor in thatI can hear my sister ask me »If this was a perfect worldWould brothers and sisters still act that way?’Cause if this is righteousnessI’ll settle for mediocrity any day. »I guess my tongue of pride has had it sayWhy do I get so defensive anywayDumb pride, dumb luck, which is the causeAnd I wonder which of these sustains a greater lossBut somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on meBut we throw conviction to the wind and set this anger freeAnd how can we expect this house to stand on the mud we’ve laidWe’re tripping, falling on ourselves and the staircase that we’ve madeOh who am I, and what is my family?That days to come have even held a place for meCan you hear me saying I will build a house for youAnd you say ‘First look to your neighbor’s house.There is much work to do.’ If not then…