Are on a train from New York  
  Wearing new hats  
  Shooting the shit  
  Deep in the heart of Dutchess 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 you can see it  
  The gentle tower rising  
  Over the pines, out of a book  
  Zion mistaken for the state of Millbrook