the cops are out in numbers, and everwhere I look
they’re pullin’ people over and they’re throwin’ them the book,
& that’s why I’m not really speeding, no, I’m not really leading,
I’m just driving to Poughkeepsie for a concert and a meeting,
everybody tells me Poughkeepsie is a small town,
with a very long name that isn’t spelled like it sounds,
when they said that Hooked on Phonics® would only get you so far,
they were thinking of Poughkeepsie, and the children down in Bryn Mawr,
and now I’ve passed Ford City, and now I’ve passed Kittaning,
signs that say “New Bethlehem” in colors that are fading,
28’s the back way to get on 80 eastbound,
I’m headed out of PA to Poughkeepsie..
Colleen’s from Poughkeepsie, or somewhere on the outskirts,
and she could’ve gone to Vassar, but instead she came to Pittsburgh,
I forgot to ask her which way she takes to get there,
I guess it doesn’t matter, I’ll just find out when it’s over,
and now I’ve passed Ford City, and now I’ve passed Kittaning,
signs that point to Clarion in colors that are fading,
every town you pass through, someone’s spent their life there,
born, they go to school, get married, have kids, and retire there..
once I had a good friend who tried to sell me toothpaste,
hate the way a sales pitch makes you sad to see a friend’s face,
multi-level marketing’s a faith with no good holidays,
and driving to Poughkeepsie’s better anyway..
28’s the back way to get on 80 eastbound,
to 81, to 84, to New York, then take 9 North,
I’m headed out of PA to Poughkeepsie…
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