Brother in Arms GUISE

He was born in different days
Before Bob or Dire Straits
Or the songs that he taught us
A life of usual complaints
Little losses little gains
Eldest son, youngest daughter
But a heart can grow old like that
Yes a heart can grow old like that

We were never much the same
You were wise and I was vain
I was words, you were numbers
Little sister big brother
Little need of each other
'Til the ground came from under us
But don’t wе all grow up like that
Yes don’t we all grow up likе that

He was one of the wonderfuls
He was an old dying breed
And I stood on his shoulders
When I was too small to see
And the burden we felt since then
The burden that you share with me
To be born of the best of men
To be an old dying breed