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When the ocean was deeper There were roads I could take To a house with the lights Still on Still awake I saw him again And I said nothing back Just looked down at the water The blue And I heard it say Come home My brother My love It's so hard to be young And made out of wood With so much to learn But it's easy to burn The house to the ground I went back to the river Where the summer wore thin Where the rocks broke the water But couldn't break him He was up to his waist And he turned And he said Come home My brother My love It's so hard to be young And made out of wood With so much to learn But it's easy to burn The house to the ground I keep getting older Out here in the sun And my brother stays young In the waves And I hear him say Come home My brother My love It's so hard to be young And made out of wood With so much to learn But it's easy to burn The house to the ground When the ocean was deeper There were roads I could take To a house with the lights Still on And no one Awake