There's talk of exodus Friends take to eastern peaks, midwestern plains Each speaks of coming back The patch is all that's left for us I hope it's something fresh Bucolic lessons To keep us all in track I understand my place I'll hold the fort for you And chart the growth Of all our garden's fruit While I am growing too There's talk of exodus An ally's eye on prospect city Such a pity Prospects all for jack He'll settle for the element And likes how folks are snappy Where it's happening Won't cut our city slack I understand my place I'll hold the fort for you And chart the growth Of all our garden's fruit While i am growing too I felt the exodus A lover for vocation Stationed near me And somehow out of reach Is this the end of us? The question has me bumbling Racing headlong And stumbling on the streets I understand my place I'll hold the fort for you And chart the growth Of all our garden's fruit While i am growing too