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