That Could Be Me Up There

[couchgrouch]

That Could Be Me Up ThereBack when my brother and me were kidshe was better at all we didand it's a hollow pain to be jealous ofsomeone you're close to, someone you lovebut I recall watching from the benchwhen he pulled our team from a pinchwhen they lifted him above their headsI forced a smile but silently said,"that could be me up theremy life just doesn't compareand that would be me up therebut he does things I don't dareO if I had the nerve,I'd get what I deservethat could be me up there"I useta bird dog girls in my hound dog cartease my brother about his cheap guitarfor awhile I found something where I was kingfour mag wheels got me further than his six-stringbut a few miles down fortune's muddy roadI drove to a concert in a dented Fordhe gave me tickets to his first headline showwhen I saw him singing from the front rowI thought, "that could be me up theremy life just doesn't compareand that would be me up therebut he does things I don't dareO if I had the nerve,I'd get what I deservethat could be me up there"time moved on...he stayed driven to succeedI never knew how he kept up that speedlike a shadow who'd fade if he didn't shineI still wished his star could be minebut I should've seen nobody's that stronghe needed something to keep going and now he's goneI hope he knew how much I looked up to himcos here tonight staring at stars grown dimI think, "that could be me up theremy life just doesn't compareand that would be me up therebut he did things I don't dareO if I had the nerve,I'd get what I deservethat could be me up there"(c)2004 Robert George