The Photo You Sent

It started over

who should get the old John Deere

A silly argument, fueled by too much pride and beer

You walked left, I walked right,

down our separate roads

And ten cold years went by beneath those heavy loads

I heard you bought some land out past the county line

I wanted to reach out,

but stubbornness is mine

Then in the mail today,

a envelope arrived

A little piece of yesterday,

that somehow had survived

And there we were

at seven years old,

laughing in the dirt

Before the world got complicated,

before the pride and hurt

And on the back in Mama's hand,

she wrote a simple line:

'Remember who you were,

boys, before you drew the line'

(remember who you were)

I packed my keys,

I didn't even have to think

I drove across the valley,

stood beside your kitchen sink

You looked up from your coffee,

saw the picture in my hand

And twenty years of silence

dissolved into the land

To where we were

at seven years old,

laughing in the dirt

Before the world got complicated,

before the pride and hurt And on the back in Mama's hand,

she wrote a simple line: 'Remember who you were,

boys, before you drew the line'

(ooh,

before you drew the line) Yeah,

we're older now,

but we're brothers still

Walking back together down that dusty hill