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
Don¹t 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

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Writer(s): MIKE DOUGHTY