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my brotherâs bike sits against the old garage door, i guess heâs back from somewhere i think itâs too small for him to ride anymore / he sits to watch the tv, now itâs time to play good family, i can do it, iâm real good - making something out of nothing, pushing emptiness away / it ainât so bad donât forget, donât cry, donât complain, just donât let the grownups know or theyâll come and take us away, go next door and ask for sugar, tiny actors in a play / spinning gold out of straw, making something sweet for dinner âcause their parents are away
i didnât want to cry then but sometimes i cry now for three who held tight to each other to keep from falling down
we donât ask him where heâs been when itâs a minefield youâve been livinâ in, with worry howlinâ through the door, poking at you in your sleep / and she says âdonât you call me here no more itâs not my turn itâs hisâ, guess weâre living in a stalemate with a little boy who cries for fear of all the emptiness / howâd we used to put on christmas, whatâs the record that we played? watch the happy tv movie, no oneâs pulling in the driveway, god, the winter days are dark, leave the light on, watch the snow falling lonely in the park
i didnât want to cry then but sometimes i cry now for three who held tight to each other to keep from falling down
i wish i would have held you, wish i gave you more, but iâm so sorry darlinâ, i guess my arms were too small, too small