Wrinkled Ghost - Robert Pollard

There is wind in the trees

It ripples like a song and I ask you please

Are your lasers applied?

Is your contribution generous enough to go inside?

With the good in everyone

For this we have been striving

This trip is a task to long

I insist you take the driving

Will you go where you’re steered?

Do you call your boyfriend Little John?

Do you call his father weird?

Do you love him the most?

Does he iron out the nasty creases

From your wrinkled ghost?

Some guys have very sharp eyes

And some are simply hiding

And some might testify

To the best of worlds colliding

I’ll not set sail today

Without the gods to bless me

You’d like I should go away

But I shall refuse endlessly