Gravy, we'll eat it up and lick the plate Can't believe the taste these days So save me, a seat up front to see the play And they'll make your day Now the flowers are all red and blue But stand on the same shade of green You say, what we say, is all we say What is, and what should never be I've heard that the weight of the word Is getting too much to take While it stands and demands that my back won't bend My back may break In dreams, it seems that the words melt away Up above or down below You better make your get away I'm scared, i'm spread so thin that I might slip through the cracks If you could see that the door's unlocked You might run away If you could see that there's so much more Than these re-run plays Go on and on, ghosts will come and ghosts will go Go on and on, ghosts move fast cause' they all know.