the last dance

• ken hensley'in blood on the highway albümündeki muhteşem kapanış şarkısı.
  
  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 i'd take a minute
  just to share them again with you
  
  he talked of all the twists and turns he'd 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
  he'd 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 it's not for you, it must be shared
  and if you keep it to yourself
  you'll 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
  i'll 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, it's not about you, it's not about me
  it's about loving something we can't see
  it's all about what we are willing to share
  it's about our hearts and who lives there
  
  as the train rolled into the city
  he shook his head as if to say
  it's your turn now, just know the game
  that you're 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 he'd taught so many to play
  he said "i'd do it all again if i had the chance"
  but i'm ready now for one more bow
  i'll take the last dance