Ghosts

I left my lights on

When you get home

You won't be stumblin' 'round

If that was really

Your voice on the call

I won't be answerin' anymoreAnd I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can

Won't you help me to be a finer manOh,

I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this placeShe turns her lights down

When he gets home

He'll know exactly who it's for

One more bottle, another growler

I'll be the one stumblin' 'roundAnd I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can

Won't you help me to be a finer manOh,

I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place

I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this placeOh,

I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place

I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place