I sent you a note by carrier pigeon
Tested the wind for the proper direction
Set it aloft with the faith of a lost religion
Prayed at your home, search we’d find protection
This is fixable
it’s no country for criminals
These are good people.

In this house it’s never spoken of.
There are some things you just don’t touch.
We’re so much more than brothers.
We’re third rail jumpers.

“I’ll never forget what you did for me
It’s a good old world if you let it be.”
I couldn’t let it be.
That’s the way with family.

In this house it’s never spoken of.
There are some things you just don’t touch.
Keep your hand off the buzzer.
We’re third rail jumpers.

It’s the lost dance of a generation
Another victim of a teenage war
With a drawer full of swallowed hungers
We’re third rail jumpers.

“I may be absent of mind, discount but always present of heart
Remember we huddled together the night the whole thing fell apart.”
Scared shapeless.
“Please burn this letter.”

In this house it’s never spoken of.
There are some things you just don’t touch.
Keep your hand on the rudder.
We’re third rail jumpers.