About Mr. Brown

What can you say about tomorrow?
 What do you know about my life?
 What do you say to your daughter?
 What do you lie about to your wife?
 Oh
 Say Mr. Brown, how bout your daughter
 I got a good idea where she came tonight
 And do you agree we are lost here
 That's alright, because among the lost we all shall survive
 What can you say about this weather
 It's not gonna rain on tonight's parade no-no-no
 I feel your soul, as light as a feather
 Oh my man, a long time ago you went flat out insane
 Yeah-oh-oh
 Say Mr. Brown, how bout your brother?
 You could give a damn what he done with his life, I know you could
 But the more you push your kids out the front door
 One day they're gonna come back asking where's my life
 Oh oh-oh-oh
 Yeah yeah
 What's that you say when the rain won't go away?
 What's that you do when no ones looking at you?
 Where's that you go after the show? What's that you say?
 Say Mr. Brown, how bout your mother?
 Do you even know where she spends her nights?
 She seeks solace between the covers
 That darkness, will take her life
 Oh
 Say Mr. Brown
 You best pack your things and get the hell on out of this town
 Don't you know?
 Yeah yeah
 What's that you say when the rain won't go away?
 What's that you do when no one's looking at you?
 Where's that you go after the show?
 What's that say?
 Chicago