In an upstairs room, under lock and key
   It's my brother, Former Lee
   All the mops and brooms keep him company
   Misconceived of the family
   Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
   No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
  
   Former Lee Warmer
   When I hear him play in his twised key
   That's the way he calls to me
   On a silver tray, I keep the master key
   In every way, he depends on me
  
   Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
   Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
  
   In an upstairs room under lock and key
   It's my brother, Former Lee
   And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
   I wonder what he thinks of me
  
   Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
   When he feels really brave
   Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
   Out in the family grave
  
   He's flesh and blood to me
   I love him brotherly
   But, I don't want to be Former Lee