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