From the recording Self-titled
Lyrics
Out back behind the station
In a small town patch of weeds
Take a look around
Take a walk with me
A grocery store a farmer’s market
An old church down on Main Street
Across from the township fire station
The old millpond’s full of reeds
What is it about the land
What is it about the fields
What is it about the people
What is it about me
Hey mister, take a minute
See what you can see
That building’s been here since 1864
It’ll be here long after me
Take a look...
This is small town America
The heart of where we’re all from
It leaves us where we leave it
We think our journey’s just begun
It isn’t...