[ALISON]

Make this part look rugged, mmm hmm

Allegheny Plateau

This dark shaded stripe, bum bum bum

Is the front

Paint the long ridges

And valleys below, mmm hmm

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