Once again, I've gone a bit too far and I wish that was you there, peep-peeping. Then as you rolled down the window of your car, you'd say "hello, stranger, how you been keeping?" And I'd tell you I've neber been so fine. But you could tell something's amiss so we'd go and buy your favourite wine and while it chills, we could sit and reminisce. But I know now you'd drive right by and so you should, after the way I was then. And I hope you finish everything you try but I can never be your brother again. It's not me who changed, I still love to roam. Just pick me up and take me home.