We walk at the paths at the banks of the mighty Susquehanna!,
with our feet made muddy by your tributaries that trickle
their way to the chesapeake, its like we follow the i-88 down to
harbor cities with strip malls and tar-mac , people swirling
and teeming 14 seemed so exciting, but now it seems like such a blight,
I grew up near kentucky's mount zion road
and allthat was there was some old cemetary.
All i wanted was to be able to walk to the store.
Now I don't live there but there's
too many stores and apratments and a sunolo.
And I wonder, what did they do with the bodies?
oh, susquehanna!
we can walk almost anywhere without going anywhere
and i miss that place behind my house
where I hiked and climbed and played,
where i ditched this noisy century
or just hid out from the decade.
MI homes though it could stand to be updated.
Forced it all into a grid until it looked like the funny
pages.
With every trace of life it seems confined within a
frame,
the faces move from day to day but the strips all look
the same
and the punch lines are resoundingly unfunny
for those trapped in this architecture of easy money,
and i feel
like this could all come to no good. the kids who populate
these culdesacs will never know what stood beneathe those
sit in cars and wait for mom to drive them out of this boring
neighborhood. Oh, susquehanna! and I wonder, whay did they do
with the bodies?