The ghosts of the marathon dancers In an abandoned dancehall Go whirling around in the eddies of dust When the wind comes in through a chink in the wall All the music and the dancers are gone But the dance goes on They all danced till some long-ago dawn But the dance goes on In the cellars of dead Rockefellers Hallways and subways and vaults Go twisting and turning for mile after mile In a glorious Gilded Age waltz All the music and the dancers are gone But the dance goes on They all danced till some long-ago dawn But the dance goes on And I wrote the above in this ghost town For a movie that wasn't to be An adaptation of a French musical Produced by Ted Hope, directed by Ang Lee All the rights and the money are gone But the song goes on Like most movies, it'll never be done But the song goes on