The Great Depression
C AmWe walk at the paths at the banks of the mighty Susquehanna
C Amwith our feet made muddy by your tributaries that trickle their way to the Chesapeake.
Am CIt's like we follow I-83 down to harbor cities with strip malls and tar-mac
Am Cpeople swirling and teeming. It seemed so exciting, but now it seems like such a blight.
C AmI grew up near Kentucky's Mt. Zion
C AmRoad and all that was there was some old cemetery.
Am CAll I wanted [was] to be able to walk to the store.
Am CNow I don't live there but there's too many stores, some apartments, and a Sunoco.
C AmAnd I wonder, what did they do with the bodies?
C AmAnd I miss that place behind my house where I hiked and climbed and played
C Amwhere I ditched this noisy century or just hid out from the decade.
Am CM-I homes thought it could stand to be updated
Am Cforced it all into a grid until it looked like the funny pages.
C AmWith every trace of life, it seems, confined within a frame
C Amthe faces move from day to day but the strips all look the same.
Am CAnd the punchlines are resoundingly unfunny
Am Cfor those trapped in this architecture of easy money.
C AmAnd it feels like this could all come to no good.
C AmThe kids who populate these culdesacs will never know what stood beneath those
Am C cookie cutter houses: fields and streams and woods.
Am CThey'll sit in cars and wait for mom to drive them out of this boring neighborhood.