Grey Ghost - Mike Doughty

Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home

In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey, grey ghost that I call home

Oh, he will not walk out the river now

He will not walk out the river

He will not walk out the river, singing

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

On the docks in Memphis, with the boombox, nodding out, singing

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

Don’t fall through the stars

Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home

In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey, grey ghost that I call home

In the trail of the barge and the light upon the brine

He has staked these thoughts and the force is undivided, singing

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

Sleepy-eyed, the man is wading out into the night, singing

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

'Don't fall through the stars, don’t fall through them.'

Don’t fall through the stars

Embracing some hard-luck citizen, disgraced like some strange Bob Balaban

And placing your heels down in the sand, and…

Oh, in the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey -- stony lonesome I call home

In the grey -- grey ghost that I call home

In the grey, grey ghost that I call home