Poor little ghost boy It could've been a dream Pray for the setting Sun On all these things we've seen And I will run you a bath And we can wash away All the things they did to you Yesterday Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Poor little ghost boy I'll give to you my heart We'll find the little ghost girl They drowned in the bath And this time little children Will sweetly play their games Without a forced libido In grown up counting games Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Poor little ghost boy A solipsist might sing To reach into the lovely new sky From bruised and bloodied scenes To drift down as a feather And settle down by the stream Away, we'll find the waterfall To drink, drink, drink Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot Nearly home, nearly home Another mile, another mile One foot in front of the other foot