I can feel you and you're gone Your barn floor shifts and slightly pushes From the rocking of your chair Invisible and footless rhythm (I can see you) and you're gone (A song after my swan song Standing on the riverbed Soon I'll have to dunk my head) Rocking back and forth in tides Dripping wet I'm mystified I dance more than I can remember Polishing the ancient timbers (Mud feels good between my toes A feeling nobody dead I bet knows Standing on the riverbed Soon I'll have to dunk my head) This may be a tiny song Fertile as a ball of yarn But P. Sluff isn't just a ghost Rocking in an Idaho barn