Life's short

Near a quaint little village In the far north part of France Was a young man named Jacob Who lived his life just to dance From ballet to rock and roll He had grown to know it all He could do a country jig Before he had learned to crawl He never did get married He changed partners far too fast One dance was more than enough To know love would never last Tournament to tournament He took every single crown No one could keep up with him And he had danced to every sound One fateful night he stumbled His right ankle and leg snapped Six months in a hospital And there'd be no coming back Cannot walk without a stick And he tumbles now and then Sits and stares at old trophies Dreaming he could dance again