Katonah (The Death Of The Firstborn)

I'm going to Katonah, to bury Jack Johnson
And give his poor mama, a moment's distraction
I once took (I once took), the Taconic (the Taconic), when I was (when I was), a teenager
Down to Katonah, to see her and her young son

Now I'm driving North, it was South before
I remember the tolls and digging for quarters
Now I'm digging for more

Who would have ever thought, looking at the shot of Jack
As a baby with his grandmother, sitting on the Autumn leaves of Westchester

I'm going (I'm going), to Katonah (to Katonah), to bury (to bury), Jack Johnson (Jack Johnson)
And give his (give his) poor mama (poor mama), a moment's distraction