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
It's like we
follow I-83 down to harbor cities
with strip malls and tar-mac,
people swirling and teeming
It seemed so exciting
but now it seems like such a blight
I grew up near Kentucky's Mount Zion Road
and all that was there was some old cemetery
All I wanted:
to be able to walk to the store
Now I don't live there but there's too many stores,
some apartments,
and a Sunoco
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
Oh, Susquehanna!
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting 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 thought it could
stand to be updated
Forced it all into a grid 'til it looked like the funny pages
With every trace of life, it seems,
confined within a frame
The faces moved from day to day but
the strips all looked 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 cul-de-sacs
will never know what stood beneath those
cookie-cutter houses:
fields and streams and woods
They'll sit in cars and wait for
mom to drive them
out of this boring neighborhood!
Oh, Susquehanna!
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
Oh, Susquehanna!
(We can walk most anywhere without getting anywhere)
And I wonder, what do they do with the bodies?
And I wonder,
what do they do with the bodies?
