The boys and girls of millbrook are on a train from new york

Wearing new hats

Shooting the shit

Deep in the heart of duchess 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 it?

The gentle tower rising

Over the pines, out of a book

Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook