Wrinkled Ghost Lyrics - Robert Pollard

There is wind in the trees 

It ripples like a song and I ask you please 

Are your lasers applied? 

Is your contribution generous enough to go inside? 

With good in everyone 

For this we have been striving 

This trip is a task to long 

I insist you do the driving 

Will you go where youre steered? 

Do you call your boyfriend Little John? 

Do you call his father weird? 

Do you love him the most? 

Does he iron out the nasty creases 

From your wrinkled ghost? 

Some guys have very sharp eyes 

And some are simply hiding 

And some might testify 

To the best of worlds colliding 

Ill set sail today 

Without the gods to bless me 

Youd like I should go away 

But I shall refuse endlessly