There's a thousand black carsDriving around in my blood streamI'd have to take a thousand pillsTo find out where their headlights leadIs it cold New York?Is it freezing in your bed?Because I caught a deep chillWhen I went over the Hudson againIt's alright, counting city lights,Where the Turnpike divides,Waving goodbye to my former lifeI don't want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to runI'm sick of living life in the Garden State TrapBut all the roads are pointing home againHoly Cross has got a headstone all picked out for meAnd my only job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feetMaybe home is just the place you can never escapeFrom the Camden City graves to the edge of the PalisadesIt's alright, counting city lights,Where the Turnpike divides,Waving goodbye to my former lifeI don't want to be a self-medicatorBut it's hard to sleep when you're born to run
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State TrapBut all the roads are pointing home againAnd I'll be counting the city lightsBlinking on and off tonight as life passes byAnd I'm left behind, standing on the shoulder of the Jersey TurnpikeBuildings seem to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the skyYou want to laugh and dance to be free? Well, alrightI've been thinking about those days I wanted to sleepAnd you'd wake me up just before you'd leaveAnd I'd fall back into a dreamWalking in fresh city snow that you'd never seenAnd I'd never leave your side
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