| Song | Brother Wind |
| Artist | Tim O'Brien & Darrell Scott |
| Album | 2013-11-20 - Grey Eagle, Asheville, NC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Made up my mind to go | |
| Some place so far away I headed west | |
| Without a sad goodbye, no hugs or tears that way | |
| Probably for the best | |
| Sent cards along the way | |
| Said I was lookin’ for a brand new life | |
| But I never settled down, my wanderlust would always | |
| Cut the ties like a knife | |
| Sometimes the lonesome wind | |
| It calls out just like it knows me | |
| And on a night like this, when I don’t know where to go | |
| It shows me the way | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He’s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| I always looked ahead | |
| I was so afraid I’d be caught behind | |
| Followed a crooked stream to places I have never been | |
| And one more highway sign | |
| I’m like some other guys | |
| I might count the hours til the day will end | |
| But it’s not so I can rest, for me it’s the time that’s best | |
| For talkin to my friend | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He’s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| Now half my life is gone | |
| The only home I ever had is open road | |
| My skin’s all cracked and brown, a mirror to the dessert ground | |
| And the dusty wind that always blows | |
| I never made a mark | |
| I just scattered footsteps on these shifting sands | |
| Whatever pushes me, it’s something only he | |
| Could ever understand | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He’s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He’s lonely too, and he takes me away |
| Made up my mind to go | |
| Some place so far away I headed west | |
| Without a sad goodbye, no hugs or tears that way | |
| Probably for the best | |
| Sent cards along the way | |
| Said I was lookin' for a brand new life | |
| But I never settled down, my wanderlust would always | |
| Cut the ties like a knife | |
| Sometimes the lonesome wind | |
| It calls out just like it knows me | |
| And on a night like this, when I don' t know where to go | |
| It shows me the way | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| I always looked ahead | |
| I was so afraid I' d be caught behind | |
| Followed a crooked stream to places I have never been | |
| And one more highway sign | |
| I' m like some other guys | |
| I might count the hours til the day will end | |
| But it' s not so I can rest, for me it' s the time that' s best | |
| For talkin to my friend | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| Now half my life is gone | |
| The only home I ever had is open road | |
| My skin' s all cracked and brown, a mirror to the dessert ground | |
| And the dusty wind that always blows | |
| I never made a mark | |
| I just scattered footsteps on these shifting sands | |
| Whatever pushes me, it' s something only he | |
| Could ever understand | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away |
| Made up my mind to go | |
| Some place so far away I headed west | |
| Without a sad goodbye, no hugs or tears that way | |
| Probably for the best | |
| Sent cards along the way | |
| Said I was lookin' for a brand new life | |
| But I never settled down, my wanderlust would always | |
| Cut the ties like a knife | |
| Sometimes the lonesome wind | |
| It calls out just like it knows me | |
| And on a night like this, when I don' t know where to go | |
| It shows me the way | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| I always looked ahead | |
| I was so afraid I' d be caught behind | |
| Followed a crooked stream to places I have never been | |
| And one more highway sign | |
| I' m like some other guys | |
| I might count the hours til the day will end | |
| But it' s not so I can rest, for me it' s the time that' s best | |
| For talkin to my friend | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| Now half my life is gone | |
| The only home I ever had is open road | |
| My skin' s all cracked and brown, a mirror to the dessert ground | |
| And the dusty wind that always blows | |
| I never made a mark | |
| I just scattered footsteps on these shifting sands | |
| Whatever pushes me, it' s something only he | |
| Could ever understand | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away | |
| He knows me, my brother wind | |
| He' s lonely too, and he takes me away |