Ghost Boy - Ruby Throat

Poor little ghost boy

It could’ve been a dream

Pray for the setting sun

On all these things we’ve seen

And I will run you a bath

And we can wash away

All the things they did to you

Yesterday

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Poor little ghost boy

I’ll give to you my heart

We’ll find the little ghost girl

They drowned in the bath

And this time little children

Will sweetly play their games

Without a forced libido

Grown up counting games

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

One foot in front of the other foot

Poor little ghost boy

A solipsist might sing

To reach into the lovely new sky

From bruised and bloodied scenes

To drift down as a feather

And settle down by the stream

And we will find the waterfall

To dream, dream, dream

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot

Nearly home, nearly home

Another mile, another mile

One foot in front of the other foot