Oh, Susquehanna!

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 Mt. Zion Road and all that was 
there was some old cemetery. All I wanted [was] 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 did they do with the bodies? [2x]

Oh, Susquehanna! [4x]

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. M-I homes thought 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 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! [4x]
And I wonder, what did they do with the bodies? [2x]