Well, it really was a beautiful day,
I was sitting under the trees outside a sidewalk cafe,
And this redhead girl caught the corner of my eye,
She stared at me a little longer than I'd say was polite.
She was looking so distracted and sending out a vibe,
And up above her paper, was a pack of lucky strikes,
So many miles from home, I could sense the desperation,
I'd gone to see the doctor for a little medication,
And I know I got my weakness, and who am I to tell her,
That I wasn't quite a junky, she wasn't quite a hooker.
She didn't ask for money, but it seemed like she was looking,
I turned to walk away, like a dead beat brother.
I was downtown waiting on a train in the station,
The stop was full of people, headed home for the weekend.
When this dark eyed man came up next to me,
It really wasn't long before I could see,
That his eyes were shut so tight, it looked like he was prayin,
And way down in the tunnel, I could hear the train a'comin'.
His prayer became a shout, and then I knew he wasn't waiting,
He jumped before the train, as it came into the station.
I know that I'm a witness to a tragic situation,
And I wasn't quite a hero, or a man upon a mission,
He didn't tell me why, but I guess he had a reason,
I turned to walk away like a dead beat brother.
Don't know how many times,
I might have tried to reach you,
But I wasn't quite a savior,
I wasn't quite a preacher.
I don't really care,
About your dirty little secrets,
You now that I will always be your dead beat brother.
from the Futura Bold (Deluxe Version),
released March 23, 2010
Performed by: James Hall - vocals, guitar. Chris Piskun - guitars. Bruce Butkovich - bass, keyboards, theramin, percussion. Darren Dodd - drums.