[Lyrics]

 

Hey, brother

I can only hope this message reaches you in time

To say what's on my mind

How're you doin'?

I hope you've faced your inner demons

And surpressed them with an iron fist,

And fire in your eyes

And I hope that things are well for you

And even when they're not

I hope that better friends surround you

Than this dumbstruck, vacant lot

That's not a jab at you or I,

You'll find I'm honest

As I've ever been awry

But that's not why I'm writing you,

A brother down

Signed sincerely,

Brother Out

 

Don't take that literally, it's just a play on words

I know I sound a bit absurd,

But truth be told,

All things concerned,

It's something like six-thirty in the morning,

As I'm writing this,

I guess I've not yet been to sleep

Although that's easy to believe

I guess I find it kinda funny

And I find it kinda sad

Oh wait, wrong lyrics,

That was Mad World ("What the hell is Mad World?")

 

So much can hide behind a laugh,

It's not so much funny as it's sad

Down to the bottom of the page,

Guess getting lazy comes with age

A brother down, though not quite out,

Is what this letter's all about

I hope you're well, just miss the days,

At six A.M. when I'm awake.

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Oh, oh...