Little Tyke

Little shoes in my hallway

Chasing every step I take

Rolling up his sleeves beside me

Same old grin on a smaller face

He’s watching how I tie my laces

How I talk when I’m on the phone

Copying my crooked posture

Like he’s trying on my bones

Little brother wants to be just like me

Walk the way I walk

Play the keys I play

But a better man

He will become

I’m just clearing out the clouds

He’s the rising sun

Yeah

A better man

He will become

Tiny hands on the same old piano

Hit the wrong note

Laughs it off

I would’ve cursed and slammed the cover

He just shrugs and starts back at the top

He’s asking if I’m ever lonely

If heroes ever get afraid

I tell him “yeah

Most every morning”

Hope he learns to stay anyway

Little brother wants to be just like me

Walk the way I walk

Say the words I say

But a better man

He will become

I’m just filling up his sails

He’s the wind to come

Yeah

A better man

He will become

If you see me fall

Take the lesson not the scar

Take the courage

Lose the damage

Carry only what you are

(mmm)

I’ll be cheering from the back row

When you finally overrun

Everything I ever dreamed of

You’ll be twice what I’ve begun

Little brother wants to be just like me

Walk the way I walk

Play the keys I play

But a better man

He will become

I’m a stepping stone you’re crossing

You’re the chosen one

Yeah

A better man

You’ll become

A better man

You’ll become