Millbrook

The boys and girls of millbrook are on a train from new york Wearing new hats Shooting the shit Deep in the heart of duchess county bounty And all the evening breakdowns will soon be washed from their hands The next very day As they make way Eating the apple to the chapel holy Don't even try They'll get away with murder Sure as the rain washes away And brings thunder Oh tell me can you see it? The gentle tower rising Over the pines, out of a book Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook