D
The house was like a tomb.
      D
I was hiding in my room.
      G                             D
As my brother made his way on down the hall.
         D
I didn't want to say goodbye.
         D                                 G
And I was trying to deny there was a war,
                   D
And that he got the call.
  Bm
I watched him from my window
        G
Walking down the drive.
       D
Then I ran down the stairway
           A
Through the front door and I cried

D
You come back you hear?
      G
And I let him see my tears
       D                           A
I said I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio.
        D
I'll do anything you want,
           G
Clean your room, or wash your car.
        D           Asus4            G
I'll do anything so long as you don't go.
            D             Asus4       D
But he said, this is what brothers are for.

     D
Well I have my heroes,
        D
But the one I love the most
G                                D
Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat.
      D
And I wrote him every night,
         D
I said I miss our pillow fights,
    G                             D
But lately I just wonder where you're at.
Bm                        G
Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live.
     D                                       A
When it takes things from you that you don't want to give.

       D
I said you come back you hear?
  G
I miss you being near.
D                                 A
Laugh and fish down in the maple grove
        D
I'll do anything you want.
              G
There must be someone I can call,
         D                Asus4            G
And just maybe they would let you come back home.
             D             Asus4       D
But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.

A                           G              D
I may never have to face the anger of those guns,
A               G             D
Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,
A                  G             D
Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost
Bm         G           A
For him to love me that much.

D
Well, it had been two years,
      D
And I held back my tears
       G                              D
When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore.
         D
And as I ran and held him tight,
               D
That's when he looked me in the eye
             Bm             Asus4           G
And said I'm sorry that you have to push me home.
              D           Asus4       D
And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.