Slowpoke - Whatever, Dad

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