Brothers on a Hotel Bed [Rolling Stone Originals Session]

Something he was not looking for
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
We couldn't break from the concrete
From our own separate sides
But even at our swiftest speed

Like brothers on a hotel bed
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
You may tire of me
That even landlocked lovers yearn

Leaving everything behind
Someone he does not recognize

And I have learned
In the city where we still reside
When he catches his reflection on accident

Both, a beginning and an end
'Cause I'm not who I used to be
For the sea like navy men
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
But now he lives inside
No longer easy on the eyes
As our December sun is setting

On the back of a motor bike

'Cause now we say goodnight
Who turned your way and saw