[ALISON] Make this part look rugged, mmhmm Allegheny Plateau This dark shaded stripe, bum bum bum Is the front
Paint the long ridges And valleys below, mm hmm Our town is this dot
Quick dashes mark the property ends Beach Creek, a rope that turns and bends Little squares for houses, strung along roads The land transfigured into topographic codes
Maps show you what is simple and true Try laying out a bird's eye view Not what he told you, just what you see What do you know that's not your dad's mythology?
Dad was born on this farm Here's our house Here's the spot where he died I can draw a circle His whole life fits inside
Four miles from our door I-80 ran from shore to shore On its way from the Castro To Christopher Street The road not taken Just four miles from our door
You were born on this farm Here's our house Here's the spot where you died I can draw a circle I can draw a circle You lived your life insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
