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.