Song Description

Folk/Rock (acoustic + electric guitars, drums, keys, cello) instrumentation and lyrical theme about life/death.

Lyrics

I invented my twin brother when I was just a kid
What I dreamed of doing are the only things he did
He could hit the high notes singers had to scream
He was a liar and a thief but his poetry was clean
Best friend, worst critic he wouldn't leave me alone
Until he was ready, until he was ready, until he was ready to go home

Jesus preached the good news... set some people free
Behind his back the others said - who the hell is he
Went on to Jerusalem never did look back
Until a kiss killed him for silver in a sack
All he could mumble as they nailed up his bones
Father I am ready, Father I am ready, Father I am ready to go home

I've been hurt by strangers.... no surprise
But I never saw it coming when you lied right to my eyes
Your face was like an angel, your voice pure as snow
That's the part of Evil we never really know
Watch your back the Devil's known to take what he don't own
Whether or not you're ready, Whether or not you're ready, Whether or not you're ready to go home

When I first set out had something to prove
Not a thing in my pockets and everything to loose
Didn't take long to learn there's nothing we can hold
So I gave away what was good the rest of it I sold
We get here with nothing... the rest is just a loan
Until we're ready, until we're ready, until we're ready to go home