Every Year I Drive Out To Cape Cod For The Last Part Of June

Leave The City By 10, Then You're There In The Late Afternoon

On The Way, There's A Village Called Marion That You Pass Through

The First Time I Approached It,

I'll Always Remember The Sign That Came Into View



It Said: "Entering Marion"

And I Thought, "What A Fun Little Sign!"

But The Feeling Of Entering Marion Had A Kick That Was Hard To Define

A Rapturous Rush, A Physical Flush, Chills Up And Down The Spine

For The Few Minutes I Was In Marion, All Massachusetts Was Mine



Well, It Got To Be Kind Of An Annual Thing;

The Event That Would Start Each Vacation Off With A Bang!



Then One Year, Who Knows Why, I Decided To Try A New Route

So I Got Out My Map And I Traced One I Thought Was A Beaute

After Driving All Morning I Came To The Top Of A Hill

Where A Sign Stood Before Me That Promised A New Kind Of Thrill



It Said: "Entering Beverly"

Which Was Lovely And Not Overbuilt

And The Pleasure Of Entering Beverly Far Outweighed Any Feelings Of Guilt

I Could Say I'm Contrite, But It Wouldn't Be Right

For The Truth Is That Later That Day,I Found Myself Entering Sharon

It Was There, So Was I, We Enjoyed It; Hey, What Can I Say?



By The Next Year I'd Try Any Route Just For Novelty's Sake

I Was Cursed With A Thirst That No Single Township Could Slake

Oh, At The Wheel I Looked Calm, But Inside I Was Running A Mock

When A Sign In The Road Dead Ahead Sent Me Straight Into Shock



{gasp}



"Entering Lawrence"

My God; I Was Out Of Control!

And I'd No Sooner Finished With Lawrence,

Then Boom; I Was Entering Lowel

Then I Backtracked And Reentered Lawrence

Then Quincy And Norton As Well

Around Midnight I Pulled Into Ethel And Flopped In A Fleabag Motel



I Slept Fitfully In My Clothing

And Awoke In A Pool Of Sweat And Self-loathing

Lying There, Feeling Lower Than Carion,

A Name Came Clear As A Clarion