Oh in the grey
Grey ghost that I call home
In the great
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

In the trail of the barge
And the light upon the brine
He has slaked these thoughts
And the rostov undelighted, signing
Don t fall through the stars
Sleepy-eyed the man is wading out into the night
Singing don t fall through the stars