Maps

Make this part look rugged, hmm-mm
 Allegheny Plateau
 This dark shaded stripe, bum bum bum, is the front
 Paint the long ridges and valleys below
 Hmm-mm
 Our town is this dot
 Quick dashes mark the property ends
 Beech Creek, a rope that turns and bends
 Little squares for houses
 Strung along roads
 The land transfigured into topographic codes
 Maps show you what is simple and true
 Try laying out a bird's eye view
 Not what he told you, just what you see
 What do you know that's not your dad's mythology?
 Dad was born on this farm
 Here's our house
 Here's the spot where he died
 I can draw a circle his whole life fits inside
 Four miles from our door
 I-80 ran from shore to shore
 On its way from the Castro to Christopher Street
 The road not taken, just four miles from our door
 You were born on this farm
 Here's our house
 Here's the spot where you died
 I can draw a circle
 I can draw a circle you lived your life inside