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