Oh, in the Grey that I call home In the Stony I call home In the Grey ghost I call home In the grey, grey ghost I call home
Oh, he not out the river now He will not walk out the He will not out the river, singing
fall through the stars Dont fall through Dont fall through the Dont fall through
On the in Memphis the boom box, nodding out, singing
Dont fall through the Dont through them Dont fall the stars Dont fall through Dont fall the stars
Oh, in the Grey that I call home In the Stony I call home In the Grey ghost I call home In the grey, grey ghost that I home
In the trail of the And the upon the brine He has staked thoughts And the is undivided, singing
Dont through the stars Dont through them Dont through the stars fall through them
Sleepy-eyed, the man is Out into the night,
fall through the stars Dont fall through Dont through the stars Dont fall them Dont fall through the
Embracing some hard-luck like some strange Bob Balaban And placing your down in the sand And
In the ghost that I call home In the Stony lonesome I call In the ghost that I call home In the grey, grey that I call home
Oh, in the Grey that I call home In the Stony lonesome I home In the Grey that I call home In the grey, ghost that I call home
In the grey, grey ghost I call home In the grey, grey that I call home