Whatever, Dad Slowpoke
Oh suburban home in a cul-de-sac
We've been driving around
Left over an hour ago and
I think we're lost again
Staring into the
Belly of the woods
I whisper outside "tree spirit
Come show your self to me" cuz
Distant
Laughter hurts my
Stomach real bad
And suddenly
When [?] become most frightening
And by now
Your company is settling
Down
Meanwhile
We're still meandering
In the dark and
In retrospect
In retrospect I'm glad
Glad we didn't make it there
Make it there on time
And in retrospect
In retrospect I'm glad
Glad we never made it there
Sooner than we did it
Sooner than we did