Great Lakes Myth Society Isabella County 1992
There's a crack in the roadAnd a scar that runs down
through
a vaudevillian stage and a bear in a cage
It's an Indian summer
And the tapwater's brown sand
'cause the lamprey are crammed
'neath the Chippewa Dam
When friends come to town
They say, 'What were you thinking? Come home!'
And I tell them I am home
I didn't come for the scenery
I didn't come for the grades
I didn't come for the roar of the stadium
No I came from the grave, boys
And wiped off the frown of a dreary hometown
Now I'm walking through history
And this history's mine, now I'm drunk all the time
Yeah, it's Monday and the townies are wasted
Last day in December
And the world is a white line of unshoveled cars,
'cause you can walk to the bars
In a town where the drinkers are plowed like the roads
In a heap 'round their breakfasts in yesterday's clothes
Sweetheart, this city has beautiful, beautiful snow
Beautiful, beautiful snow
Beautiful, beautiful snow
