What can you say about tomorrow? What do you know about my life? What do you say to your daughter? What do you lie about to your wife? Oh Say Mr. Brown, how bout your daughter I got a good idea where she came tonight And do you agree we are lost here That's alright, because among the lost we all shall survive What can you say about this weather It's not gonna rain on tonight's parade no-no-no I feel your soul, as light as a feather Oh my man, a long time ago you went flat out insane Yeah-oh-oh Say Mr. Brown, how bout your brother? You could give a damn what he done with his life, I know you could But the more you push your kids out the front door One day they're gonna come back asking where's my life Oh oh-oh-oh Yeah yeah What's that you say when the rain won't go away? What's that you do when no ones looking at you? Where's that you go after the show? What's that you say? Say Mr. Brown, how bout your mother? Do you even know where she spends her nights? She seeks solace between the covers That darkness, will take her life Oh Say Mr. Brown You best pack your things and get the hell on out of this town Don't you know? Yeah yeah What's that you say when the rain won't go away? What's that you do when no one's looking at you? Where's that you go after the show? What's that say? Chicago