the three men I admire most: The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
caught the last train for the coast
In the Spring, as the days get long
Graduation approaches and cars filled with teenagers
race through empty streets after dark
In the Spring, small Midwestern towns embrace
produce and children
Each year they export corn and livestock
also their restless children
most never return
Westward Expansion kept moving while the
interstate highways simply sped up the departure
on the move, toward the Coasts
lyrics above- Don Mclean