Hold the Fort

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