Baby Brother - Ron Pope

I was a mess and you were a prince

We were the sons of a house on fire

it’s funny I guess

Cause we are the same in so many ways

The sun’s going down

as I’m thinking of you from so far away

Well we sat on the roof of that building

With our legs over the side

Staring out across the city

We were fifty stories high

When the cops came we went running

Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless

But we both learned how to fly

It’s getting cold, I wanted to call

Sorry to wake you, I guess I forgot

it’s so late on the coast

Talk to you soon, yeah I miss you too

You get some rest and I’ll call you again

before the weekend is through

Well we sat on the roof of that building

With our legs over the side

Starring out across the city

We were fifty stories high

When the cops came we went running

Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless

But we both learned how to fly

Well we sat on the roof of that building

With our legs over the side

Starring out across the city

We were fifty stories high

When the cops came we went running

Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless

But we both learned how to fly