Ghosts
Randy Newman Lyrics


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Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go
And I've nowhere to go
It makes me so happy

When you smile At me
Work all your life
And you end up with nothing
Live in one room like a bum

Once I flew in a plane
And I fought in a war
We lived in a castle
And slept on the floor

And I don't want to be
All alone anymore I'm sorry
Out in the street
There's little colored kids playing

Where my own little boy used to play
So I sit in this chair
And I ache with the gout
And I talk to myself

'Cause I'm scared to go out




And I just want to know
What was it all about I'm sorry

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Randy Newman's song "Ghosts" are a poignant reflection on the final stages of life. The singer addresses someone who has nowhere to go and who is in the same situation as the singer. The singer finds happiness in the fact that the other person is smiling at him. The first stanza is a statement of the loneliness that comes with old age.


The second stanza reveals some of the singer's history. He fought in a war and lived in a castle, but in the end, he has nothing to show for his life's work. He ended up living in a single room like a bum, and now he is alone and in pain. In the third stanza, the singer talks about the little colored kids he sees outside playing. This reminds him of his own little boy who used to play in the same spot. He is sorry that he cannot go out and join them because he is too afraid to go outside.


The last line of the song is the most poignant one. The singer says, "And I just want to know what was it all about, I'm sorry." This line is a reflection on the singer's life and the search for meaning that all people go through. The line "I'm sorry" may be seen as an apology to anyone the singer has hurt or failed in his life. It may also be the singer expressing regret for the way his life has turned out.


Line by Line Meaning

Stay with me for a little while
Please accompany me for some time


You've nowhere to go
You have no particular place to be


And I've nowhere to go
I also have nowhere else to be


It makes me so happy
Your presence brings me joy


When you smile At me
Your expression keeps me content


Work all your life
Toil endlessly for an existence


And you end up with nothing
One may find themselves with nothing to show for their life's work


Live in one room like a bum
Dwell in a confined area with minimal means


Once I flew in a plane
I experienced air travel in the past


And I fought in a war
I had battled in a battle conflict


We lived in a castle
We once resided in an opulent dwelling


And slept on the floor
Despite the grandeur, we still slept on the ground


And I don't want to be
I do not wish to remain


All alone anymore I'm sorry
I apologize for not wanting to be solitary


Out in the street
Beyond this residence


There's little colored kids playing
There are youthful individuals of diverse complexions engaging in activities


Where my own little boy used to play
The location where my own child once played


So I sit in this chair
I occupy this seated position


And I ache with the gout
My joints painfully throb due to a condition known as gout


And I talk to myself
I conversate with my own thoughts


'Cause I'm scared to go out
Due to apprehension, I am afraid to leave this space


And I just want to know
I desire to comprehend


What was it all about I'm sorry
I apologize for not comprehending the purpose or reason for everything




Lyrics © RAILROAD TOWN MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: ALBERT AYLER

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

kleermaker1000

"Ghosts"

Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go
I've nowhere to go
It makes me so happy
When you smile
At me

Work all your life
And you end up with nothing
Live in one room like a bum
Once I flew in a plane
And I fought in a war
We lived in a castle
And slept on the floor
And I don't want to be
All alone anymore
I'm sorry

Out in the street
Colored kids playing
Where my own little boy used to play
So I sit in this chair
And I ache with the gout
And I talk to myself
'Cause I'm scared to go out
And I just want to know
What was it all about
I'm sorry



All comments from YouTube:

Morten Iversen

Randy Newman's back catalogue should be taught in school. Historians and scientists are good at describing how things are, or were. Randy is an expert in telling how things feel, and what double standards and lies most of us live by all our lives.

Dreamwell

You know what I like about Randy Newman's music? You won't outgrow it.

J.M.S _

The world in 2020 needs Newman now more than ever.

Matthew Smith West

Agreed. This, Marie, and Real Emotional Girl are miracles in songwriting, and each one tears me up. Born Again and Trouble in Paradise (the critical low-points) are my favorite albums, along with Good Old Boys.

Schtuff.

This and 'Old Man' are miserable songs that all human beings need to hear to remain human.

Hugo Sánchez

I'd put I Think It's Going To Rain Today in there as well

kleermaker1000

"Ghosts"

Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go
I've nowhere to go
It makes me so happy
When you smile
At me

Work all your life
And you end up with nothing
Live in one room like a bum
Once I flew in a plane
And I fought in a war
We lived in a castle
And slept on the floor
And I don't want to be
All alone anymore
I'm sorry

Out in the street
Colored kids playing
Where my own little boy used to play
So I sit in this chair
And I ache with the gout
And I talk to myself
'Cause I'm scared to go out
And I just want to know
What was it all about
I'm sorry

Joe drew

Kleermaker1000 much appreciated.

jeff kot

I AIN'T SORRY. It was a hell of a ride! From the shitty floors, to the ivory towers...Love, and loss... Long as i got my memory im never going to be alone. If i lose my mind, or life then it won't matter anyway. Good luck to the young , and RIP to the dead. From a o'l grateful ghost.

Michael P.

When folks ask, "what's the saddest song you've ever heard?", this one comes to mind so it's probably the one. Perfect marriage of melancholy lyrics and melody. Randy is on my short list of favorite songwriters with Dylan, McCartney, Brian Wilson and Van Morrison.

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