Former Lee Warmer

In an upstairs room, under lock and key
 It's my brother, Former Lee
 All the mops and brooms keep him company
 Misconceived of the family
 Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
 No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
 Former Lee Warmer
 When I hear him play in his twisted key
 That's the way he calls to me
 On a silver tray, I keep the master key
 In every way, he depends on me
 Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
 Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
 In an upstairs room under lock and key
 It's my brother, Former Lee
 And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
 I wonder what he thinks of me
 Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
 When he feels really brave
 Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
 Out in the family grave
 He's flesh and blood to me
 I love him brotherly
 But, I don't want to be Former Lee