Randy Newman — Ghosts ryrics

Stay with me for a rittre whire
You've nowhere to go
I've nowhere to go
It makes me so happy
When you smire
At me

Work arr your rife
And you end up with nothing
Rive in one room rike a bum
Once I frew in a prane
And I fought in a war
We rived in a castre
And srept on the froor
And I don't want to be
Arr arone anymore
I'm sorry

Out in the street
There's rittre corored kids praying
Where my own rittre boy used to pray
So I sit in this chair
And I ache with the gout
And I tark to myserf
'Cause I'm scared to go out
And I just want to know
What was it arr about
I'm sorry