He was once my little brother

Joe

now sitting gray haired on the green couch, guitar in hand

he wrote a couple rock and roll songs once

time has taken them away, but all of that don't matter now, it don't matter now

the chello is weeping in DanMikes hands and I see my little brother in Joe

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Last Saturday I spent the evening in the alley, beggin Michelle to stay

she said this place, this place was evil and she walked away

Tony's thermos and feet clanking after her

I wrote in my journal, bring her here, God bring her here

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Last night Michelle slept on my orange couch wrapped in my pajama pants 

all of a sudden she woke up she said

and not from a deep sleep

she no longer wanted to be a drunk

she was more than that she said

and now she is sitting in the next room with jan

coffee in hand

detoxing

That is God's way.