i’ve found my peace in the pieces of pennsylvania

underneath blue collar crowns and in the reflection of pittsburgh plate glass

and in the dark damp basements where i got really drunk

in the homes where the men from the mills raised their families

i can still hear my television technician telling me that i’m a good girl

and he made me believe it.  in my bedtime prayers and in my sunday best, i believed it with all my heart

which i followed down route 22 and into centre county

where the amazing grace of a mifflin county man saved a wretch like me

and i spent last summer on a soul sister’s bed as the sun set over the susquehanna valley

i found treasure in pennsylvania and i never even had to pick up a shovel

i just had to pick up

the interstate was a pearly gate into being born again.

pennsylvania still waits for me and saves a place at her table

and no matter how many miles or mistakes i make, i’ll have my television technician and my soul sister and my heaven-sent kevin

i’ll have pittsburgh plate glass and the public broadcasting service

i’ll have blue collar crowns and all american towns but not enough money for the homecoming gown

but that’s okay.  pennsylvania thinks i’m pretty anyway.