Theres a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake, Yeah its out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidwalks shake. And theres 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. Theyre 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 its 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 its embarrassed, but its 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, Ill 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 cant leave l. a. But now I hear theyve 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 theyll 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 theyll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad, Theyll 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 theyve got a menu planned, its trés western new york.