A candid moment down by the garage Where smoking out your thoughts is worth the cost You tell me no one likes a quitter but she left before the start Now we sit alone in silence with our thoughts "I am my brother's keeper" says the word "Deny yourself the pleasures of this world" But as soon as I had said it, nervous laughter filled the air As we play into the theatre of the absurd "We should get back to the party", you suggest It's colder than we thought out here I guess And as you step across the ice to lay your cigarette to rest All that's left to do is try your best Counting down the presidents 'til Quincy Adams Jesus looks so angry when you stare right at him I am my brother's keeper but I can't be there right now