Over in Druid Hills

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's take a ride out east.

[Verse 1]
Ponce de Leon starts to curve and slow
Where the pavement yields to the old-growth gold
Frederick Law Olmsted drew the lines in 1893
A string of pearls, a linear park for the city streets
Past Springdale and Virgilia, the mansions stand tall
Brick and white columns set back on the lawn
It’s a cinema scene, a leisurely drive
Where Miss Daisy's old route still holds the time

[Chorus]
Over in Druid Hills, the canopy is king
Listen to the branches, watch the magnolias lean
It’s a shaded ribbon stretching out so wide
The prettiest neighborhood on the eastern side
Yeah, the leaves fall down and the traffic yields
Over in Druid Hills

[Verse 2]
We can pull off the road, let the engine rest
Head down into Fernbank, take a deeper breath
Sixty-five acres where the ancient timber grows
A forest right in town, just a stone's throw
Tulip poplars reaching up to catch the afternoon beams
While the dinosaur bones wait inside in a dream
Deepdene is empty, a sanctuary trail
Where the hustle of the pavement is beautifully still

[Bridge]
It’s an open-air museum, drawn by hand
A masterpiece woven right into the map
Just roll down the windows, let the cool air in
This is where the busy ends and the breathing begins

[Chorus]
Over in Druid Hills, the canopy is king
Listen to the branches, watch the magnolias lean
It’s a shaded ribbon stretching out so wide
The prettiest neighborhood on the eastern side
Yeah, the leaves fall down and the traffic yields
Over in Druid Hills

[Outro]
So leave the compass behind, we know the way
Through the curving shade of a southern day
Underneath the tulip trees...
Actually, I think I'll just park and walk.