Hey Jets60,
Good song, I like it.
I too live in a town very like yours. Sleepy little Blenhiem in New Zealand has backed up traffic at roundabouts, houses going up all over the place, and at a crazy pace too.
Commuting to work: been there, done that. My office and work place is now mobile.
I call it, Dump Truck.
Keep on writting.
Regards & cheers
Kiwi John

Drove down the highway on the way back home (very inconvenient livin' off a freeway exit) and passed a bank that sprang up sometime between 5:00 pm yesterday and noon today. So this song does the job for me, as I thought I might have written something like this today. Good job jets, this is my fav. line:

]It’s the super suburbs [Em]growing a fearful pace
[D]Watch out don’t blink might not [Em]recognize the [C]place

All You Need is Love

Jets,

Back in 1984 I worked as a canoe instructor within the mailing address of your home town.  My girlfriend (now my wife) lived at the edge of the suburbs.  You'd leave her place going west and in under ten miles get to dirt road.  You'd stay on that dirt road for about fifteen miles until getting to the main road, which was a narrow, paved two lane and take it a while until the turn off for the camp.

Well, that dirt road (Braddock Road) is now four lane divided road with a 50 mph speed limit the whole way to the former paved two lane.  That road is now four or six lanes of divided highway (Route 29). 

Back then, the traffic was so light and the woods so thick that wildlife sightings were common.  My wife hit a turtle one time on the dirt road.  She felt awful because it was a big turtle and she knew it had to have been real old.  Now, the wetlands that turtle lived in have been turned into a series of "wet sinks" to allow the remaining land to be drained.  There are at least two different golf courses and probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 50,000 homes on it as a conservative estimate.  There are no woods to speak of the entire twentysome mile trek.  Back then with dirt roads and wildlife dodging, it took 45 minutes door to door.  I could ride my bike.  Now even with the enormously improved roads with the amount of traffic the same trip could take two hours (assuming it's dry weather, the sun isn't setting, and there have been no accidents).   Bike riding that stretch would be akin to suicide and is actually illegal on some stretches. 

Your home town is sure enough dealing with rapid and massive change.  Too bad.  I used to like it the old way when it was just two grocery stores, a gas station, and a lot of woods. 

- Zurf

My Home town,

Was a pretty rural place once with a country village. The very reason we bought here in the first place,
Corn/ wheat  fields, nature in abundance. country walks you name it we had it. Blessed.
I still love it although its now a sprawling concrete jungle.
I can still drive within 15/ minutes or so to be on the nicest beaches or out in the countryside.

So im still blessed. I give thanks.

Thanks Jets.

Old Doll.