Brothers

Good friends we remain Bound by blood and name Cradle to the grave Sharing one same fate How many roads will it take? Oh, the excuses we make You'll come my way and I'll go your way and Maybe we'll meet in the middle How'd we get so old? Grizzled, grey, and worn Look at all these babies we've grown Still I miss our boyhood room How many roads will it take? Oh, the excuses we make You'll come my way and I'll go your way and Maybe we'll meet in the middle Maybe we'll meet in the middle When I see redwood trees it Brings me back to little league Grassy fields, card-spoked wheels And you and me When I see redwood trees it Brings me back to Vancil street Poison oak and running free And you and me And you and me How many roads will it take? Oh, the excuses we make You'll come my way and I'll go your way and Maybe we'll meet in the middle Maybe we'll meet in the middle Maybe we'll meet in the middle Maybe we'll meet in the middle