Millbrook

[Verse 1] The boys and girls of Millbrook Are on the train from New York Wearing new hats, shooting the shit Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, bounty [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] Don't even try They'll get away with murder Sure as the rain washes away And brings thunder [Verse 4] Oh, tell me can you see The gentle tower rising? Over the pines, out of a book Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook