I know it's late
But we could pass the time
I could tell you a story
Mine isn't your common or garden life
Last Friday night, he just arrived
Came out of the dark
Barefaced and knocked on the door
He seemed to have all his belongings on his back
He just looked at me with a broad smile
And said 'say hello to your new brother
I haven't seen you in quite some time'

Well, I said, 'come in, take a seat by the fire
Put your feet out, let me take your coat
You look cold like the depth of winter'
That's when I saw the look in his eyes
And he said

Is that what money amounts to
A house on the hill, ugly and new
Is that what money amounts to
A house on the hill hogging the view

And I said 'hold on now, first of all
There's no need for an outburst like that'
And he apologized
And put his hand deep in his pocket
And brought out a photograph
That he believed was evidence of us both
Having the same mother
I kind of gulped at first
And then I had a second look