Sunday, January 17, 1971

Subway to the Country

Coney Island's not a place to look for starfish,
Or to find yourself a fifteen-colored stone,
That you can carry in your pocket 'till you're grown.
Ah, there just aren't any subways to the country.

     But your daddy, he's gonna try.
     If I ever get three bucks together, I'm gonna buy
     Three tickets on a train,
     And I'll show you the rain.

     I will carry you through clean smelling rain.
     One boy to a shoulder,
     Hey, We better go quick,
     Before we get older.

Central Park is not a place to watch the sunrise,
Or to look for Redskin writings in a cave,
Or even find the kind of frogs you'd like to save.
Hey, I wish we had a subway to the country.

New York City is a town too big for children,
Where there's so  much dirt they think that snow is grey,
And you have to watch their childhood waste away.
Hey, we got to find a subway to the country, or anywhere.

     Well your daddy, he's gonna try.
     If I ever get three bucks together, I'm gonna buy
     Three tickets on a train,
     And I'll show you the rain.

     I will carry you through clean green meadow-smelling smelling rain.
     One son to a shoulder,
     Hey, we better go quick,
     We're getting older.

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