Hey little brother the winds of the world Have ruffled your soft and weakened wings And though I can't hold you as I look into your eyes I can see the film that disappointment brings I know it's rained upon your childhood dreams The games you've been playing Weren't quite what they seemed How can I tell you don't bang your head against the wall The wall I've been banging and praying might fall Your time will come on another day And your dreams will flame and in the fire play On another day I know it's hard for you to understand There are no flying angels come to lend a hand No smiling faces lined for you to meet It looks like that in twisted glass From the kind side of the street Chorus Repeat 1st verse Chorus