Tarrytown

Morning in Tarrytown
Folks are just waking, a cricket still sounds
There goes the school bus
There goes a paper boy making his rounds
Small town American lives
Small town America thrives
I've noticed in Tarrytown tarry in here still survives

On one of the houses a nameplate of spouses
Here so and so died
Colonial charm stifles any alarm
There's a meth lab inside
Sure, all the roads are rundown
But Walmart just opened crosstown
So why is living in Tarrytown leaving me so terrified?

Back in New York
There's limitless places to eat
In New York
You push through the mobs on the street
And it smells
But it's home
In New York

There goes the mailman proud of
His mullet and proud of his gun
Drive-thru at Dairy Queen's packed
Fatties love their fast food on the run
Soccer moms idly besmirch
Then Sunday they all go to church
Hypocrisy's not a tangible thought
It's fun

Back in New York
At least people say what they mean
In New York
You feel you're a part of the scene
And if not
Just pretend
In New York

But I'm in Tarrytown
Newly transplanted and newly employed
I'm reminiscing and already missing the life I enjoyed
That's where comparisons end
Maybe here I'll make a friend
I might be a hit, I might be a bit paranoid

And maybe I'll meet the love of my life
Hell, I've been here now barely a day
It's not like I'm in some alien country
Manhattan's an hour away
And maybe it's now a possible dream
To give my life some cognoscible theme
So "Fuck you" to my old boss, a bulimic bitch
Which brings me to Tarrytown
Face the adventure with honor with pride
A new chapter's starting
My terror departing with every stride

Goodbye to my mourning the city more hip
Good morning to Tarrytown citizenship
Good riddance to all the "Good night"'s and "Good luck"'s
No one said

Welcome to Tarrytown
Maybe I'll tarry here
Till
I'm
Dead!