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 boom box nodding out, 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

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 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, 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 grey, grey ghost that I call home
In the g