He Doesn't Know Why

Penniless and tired with your hair grown long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren song I didn't understand In the gentle light as the morning nears You don't say a single word of the last two years Where you were or when you reached the frontier I didn't understand, no See your rugged hands and a silver knife Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight All the evidence of your vacant life My brother, you were gone And you will try to do what you did before Pull the wool over your eyes for a week or more Let your family take you back to your Original mind There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can say There's nothing I can say I can say