Casper

Casper lives in a world without promise

Sitting at home in his pajamas

Just wishing it would all go away somehow

He walked by but he never saw us

He could have been a famous guitarist

He must have not have had a clue

Feeling like a bowl of spaghetti

Not knowing what to [get?]

Yeah...

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

He's the one with hope in his soul

Can't let him slip through the hole

He might just go away and never return

He's hanging on a whim and a prayer

So glad to see him there

Maybe he'll make it some day, some way

Going past the expected

Maybe he'll get what he wants

Yeah...

Good golly, it's getting moldy

Got to move on, but oh no

He looks at no one, maybe perhaps he's right

There's a fear of a feeling at night

Something may turn out of sight

But you never really know

Thinking only may be his might

Things may turn out right

Yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Casper!