How many feet have walked this road* Who's shadow stretched on the path before me How many more are still to come and make their own way And still we dance on The choices made affect us all But only few will seek the answer And fewer still will risk the fall to make their own way And still we dance on Falling, Falling, still we dance on Falling, Falling, still we dance on Falling, Falling, still we dance on Falling, Falling, Falling Riches gained can build a wall But riches stored in hearts are stronger Stones of gold will some day fade to show our own way And still we dance on