Oh brother, What have you done?
Grown your hair in the sun
You left your mother, your hometown scene
For some crazy dream
You left your will in Asheville
Now your coming back home to the place where God's grace goes gleefully unknown
Did all them trees and starry nights cure what can't get better?
Your hungry heart, your uncertainty
Tell me did you forget her?
Well your brothers ill that's nothing new, now you're coming back home
Your mother's here, your deepest fear
Come on come on back home
You took a man from God's plan and now you're coming back home
If God were here to see you steer would he grab that fucking wheel?
Everyone will you ask you, "How have you been?"