Wooden

Quiet onset of a yawn Old growth onslaught Shallow foresight Dawn dawns on these lawns In a town on a mountain Where the ghosts inhabit poisoned wooden caves And the things they do and the things they say Live in smaller caves And the details of those things Dwell in even smaller caves A truth or two got lost Nary a tooth got flossed On the hearth near the mallard drake In the entertainment center by the sliding door On a spotlit plinth in an empty corridor From one ear to the other In a terracotta pot upon a bookcase In a handcrafted cabinet of spoons When you lose your mind Leave those useless curios behind Always be you You will always be you And I think that that's a good person to be As long as you're doing No harm unto others Then you're always doing the right thing by me You're always doing the right thing by me But how can I do that When I have no habitat? When they shoot you down To prove that they exist Hold your ground and passively resist Hold your ground and passively resist Why me? Why me? Always bleeding in the brambles Isn't there somebody else I can be? Always be you You will always be you And I think that that's a good person to be As long as you're doing No harm unto others Then you're always doing the right thing by me You're always doing the right thing by me Sow the seeds of peace I agree But also see the forest for the trees You can spend your whole life Planting annuals dutifully year after year But by no small marigold patch will An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear You can spend your whole life Planting annuals dutifully year after year But by no small marigold patch will An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear