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