my nate

walking with, and in the steps of, my nate
following the old path by the river
looking for just the right steps in the dreams
we have searched beyond the ripples of air
where we have found a quick buzz with the drink
loosing track of the time on the long walk

we smiled thinking it was just a walk
me as leader still looking up to nate
i even followed him to the bad drink
they flow, drunk memories of the river
losing my breath, my sight in the cold air
forgetting the lightness of my own dreams

searching and turning to darkness of dreams
turning a short cut into a long walk
i’m out of breath, wishing for cleaner air
i’m still following my big brother nate
i’m still wading up the strongest river
and still trying hard to swim from the drink

but even in my sleep i seem to drink
making me a drunk, even in my dreams
waking up in a hangover river
all i can do is make my way and walk
and i am lost looking for my drunk nate
stumbling upon him gasping for new air

wanting to give him all my sober air
give him love for this life without the drink
people are always asking, “how is nate?”
“my brother, he’s lost in his sober dreams”
with out another word to say i walk
back to where i find him on the river

walking up and down this lonely river
always searching every pocket of air
only to find an even longer walk
it’s hard being with out him and the drink
thinking of him, walking in my new dreams
always missing the steps i took with nate

now above this river without the drink
sober air under my wings, with new dreams
promising to finish this walk for nate