Morning in Tarrytown
Folks are just waking
A cricket still sounds
There goes the school bus
There goes a paperboy
Making his rounds
Small-town American lives
Small-town America thrives
I've noticed in Tarrytown: tarrying here still survives
On one of the houses
A nameplate espouses
"Here so-and-so died."
Colonial charm
Stifles any alarm
There's a meth lab inside
Sure, all the roads are run down
But Wal-mart just opened 'cross town
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-through 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 a city more hip!
Good morning to Tarrytown citizenship!
Good riddance to all the "good nights" and "good lucks" no one said
"Welcome to Tarrytown."
Maybe I'll tarry here 'til I'm dead!
