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' anymore And I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can Won't you help me to be a finer man Oh, I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place She 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' 'round And I'm holdin' on as tightly as I can Won't you help me to be a finer man Oh, I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place Oh, I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place I fear the ghosts that are bored enough to haunt this place