In that great big fancy ballroom
When few dancers dance at three
There are two transparent shadows
On the floor you barely see
They are moving to the music
Where two spirits love to touch
In that scene they come together
Just like when they had so much

Old ghosts still love to dance when life is gone
They  don't let it die...They rock right on
They just cannot seem to stop
               There's country, blues, a little be bop
Ghosts still love to dance when life is gone

They want to stay till break of dawn
But the cemetery beckons
They rush back home to weathered stones
And fill two crypts in seconds
Just an ancient ritual...
Never hurt the town at all
And when mortals bring the music
They just go and have a ball

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