Meet me down by the old creek bed
The scary rotting ligneous bridge
Rusted metal and wood warping
Dropping a man into the muddy bottom

A clothespin and a playing card
A cereal box robot reflector
Dusty road that’s gravel sharp
Bled my knees and bent my bicycle wheel

I swung on the old vine tree
Playing out my Neverland fantasies
One lost boy no fairies in sight
No mermaid kisses or decent Pirate fights

White wooden saw horse
Played Battlecat to my He-man
A cracked wooden board on
A frayed twisting rope

Peppered grey house with old trimming
This is where I found my beginnings
Old man dead now the woman’s gone to
Pretty soon I’ll forget all I knew

Two miles down there’s a dead man’s farm
Row after row of white tombstone
Faded glittering grey monuments
That is where I will meet my end