Constantine

My brother
They told him, my dad
My son saw your son in Chicago and I thought he was supposed to be in Cleveland
My parents don't know English that well, so

So he left the job in Cleveland and came to Chicago
And he was looking for another job
He said he didn't like the corporate world

So he did find a job in Chicago he left after that
He decided to go back home to Sharon and decided to become a school teacher
At that time there were a lot of jobs in the factories
He could get a job in the factory
He was a teacher then!
Two brothers who practiced pulmonary

The magnolia in full bloom
It's petals dancing all around me
Creating their own world for me to grow in
Beads of sweat on my shoulder, like dew on our sun tea
(Your brother will never see another Christmas)
Clipped grass littering my ankles
Bruised by tar, bitten by bark
Time moving slow as the snapper up the street
I feel that if there's no one to hear these memories, they will cease to exist
As nothing but a dream, this dream
In which we live alone