Ghosts

I left my lights on
When you get home
You won't be stumblin' 'round
If that was really
Your voice on the call
I won't be answerin' anymore

And I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can
Won't you help me to be a finer man

Oh,
I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place

She turns her lights down
When he gets home
He'll know exactly who it's for
One more bottle, another growler
I'll be the one stumblin' 'round

And I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can
Won't you help me to be a finer man

Oh,
I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place
I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place

Oh,
I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place
I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place