Lantern for My Brother

You taught me three chords in a basement Smoke curling up through winter light Now your amp sits silent by the window And I keep a lantern burning every night Mother sets a plate she never clears Your jacket still hangs on the door Patches from a hundred shows Worn thin from all the years before If the road runs past the stars Leave a little sign Play one note I recognize Brother, I'll be fine So I climb the stage alone tonight And the crowd becomes your choir Every scream I send to heaven Is a lantern made of fire