Dance, Little Brother

Saw my brother just the other day
he was pale and weak, he was fading away
and though we sat and shot the shit we had nothing to say
what can you say?

what can you say in times like this
when a backward glance or a stolen kiss
can make you prince or pauper
make you hit or miss

if you only knew him when he used to dance
with his slicked back hair and his poured on pants
he could really strut his stuff
and turn a head or two

dance little brother like you used to do
dance little brother like you

when he was born he was the chosen one
the golden child, the fair-haired son
he was the hopes and dreams of a future come at last
grew up too fast

as his eyes dim, so do ours
years into days, days into hours
the hopes and dreams of a future flying past

we've got micro-discs and test tube wombs
we've got nuclear bombs and men on the moon
but do we have a hope in hell of bringing that boy home

dance little brother like you used to do
dance little brother like you