Millbrook

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 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 Don't even try, they'll get away with murder Sure as the rain washes away and brings thunder Oh, tell me can you see the gentle tower rising? Over the pines, out of a book Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook