From The Last Dance,

Also on Blood On The Highway
I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin
By chance I got to spend a little time with him
We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train
So I thought Iíd take a minute
Just to share them again with you

He talked of all the twists and turns heíd taken in life
And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right
Sure he got the prize but he never counted the cost
I felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had lost

If you could only see what was there in his eyes
An eternity of wandering in search of the prize
Heíd had it all, the money, all the fame and romance
And now he shed a tear as he faced the last dance

The blessing comes but once he said
But itís not for you, it must be shared
And if you keep it to yourself
Youíll be no use to anyone else
And he who gives will take away
And you will face the same dark day
That even now is all my pain
Iíll never have this dance again

Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes
All our hopes and all our dreams
Get lost in all our selfish schemes
You see, itís not about you, itís not about me
Itís about loving something we canít see
Itís all about what we are willing to share
Itís about our hearts and who lives there

As the train rolled into the city
He shook his head as if to say
Itís your turn now, just know the game
That youíre about to play
And it seemed as if right there and then
A light came to his eyes
As he exchanged the dance of life
For a far better prize

And so the tired old gypsy drifted slowly away
Beaten by the game heíd taught so many to play
He said ďIíd do it all again if I had the chanceĒ
But Iím ready now for one more bow
Iíll take the last dance