Southern California Wants to Be Western New York - Dar Williams

There’s a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake

Yeah it’s out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidwalks shake

And there’s another part of the country with a land that gently creaks and thuds

Where the heavy snows make faucets leak in bathrooms with free-standing tubs

They’re in houses that are haunted, the with kids who lie awake and think about

All the generations past who used to use that dripping sink

And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see

What it’s like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey

She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork

Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York

It wants to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools

It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel

And it wants to find the glory of a town they say has hit the skids

And it wants to have a snow day that will turn its parents into kids

And it’s embarrassed, but it’s lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown

hair who is

Taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear

And southern California says to save a place, I’ll meet you there

And it tried to pack up its Miata, all it could fit was a prayer

Sometimes the stakes are bogus, sometimes the fast lane hits a fork

Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York

Tempe, Arizona thinks the Everglades are greener and wetter

And Washington, D. C. thinks that Atlanta integrated better

But I think that southern California has more pain that we can say

Cause it wants to travel back in time, but it just can’t leave L. A

But now I hear they’ve got a theme park planned, designed to make you gasp and

say

Oh, I bet that crumbling mill town was a booming mill town in its day

And the old investors scoff at this, but the young ones hope they’ll take a

chance

And they promise it will make more dough than Mickey Mouse in northern France

And the planners planned an opening day, a town historian will host

And the waitresses look like waitresses who want to leave for the west coast

And they’ll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad

They’ll have hundred year old plumbing and the family you never had

And a Hudson River clean-up concert and a bundle-bearing stork

And I hear they’ve got a menu planned, it’s trés western New York