Delancey Park

I saw a black bear snapping photographs of Delancey Park

He's a history buff, documenting the anthropology of old ideas
They turn like wagon wheels, drifting through the windowsills of the schoolhouse again and again
The boys in the gazebo singing love songs through the windblown rain as the storm comes in

I saw a black bear snapping photographs of Delancey Park
Of the red-painted church like a strawberry with seedlings all stuck inside
They'll never get out of there, but that's okay. They're just there for the ride

There's an old storehouse, well-versed in the art of investment and vines
The townsfolk have put their all stock into bluebirds and time
And old fashioned peanut butter candy
They have the old recipe
The sweetest kind you'll ever eat
At Delancey Park

Everybody's been here
To the marketplaces sprouting up
At old train stations getting stuck with nowhere to go
Everybody's been here
But nobody's been here
Like the people that live near

I saw a black bear snapping photographs of Delancey Park