We talked about our mothers, kissed the wounds of our fathers
I could've been your sister, I would've been your brother
You kissed me like I was a soldier headed for war
I'm a dying man, but I don't know what for

And you were only joking, you were only joking, brother

Gravel and glass on the bottom of my feet
I bruised my heels on the swollen street
We were girls in bars, boys on the town
Bumping like a pinball off a careless crowd

You said good friends are hard to come by
I laughed and bought you a beer, it's too corny to cry
Well, sentiment given or sentiment lost
You shake it off with a smirk and a toss

And you were only joking, you were only joking, brother
You were only joking, you were only joking, brother