Thursday - Turnpike Divides Lyrics
There's a thousand black carsDriving around in my blood streamI'd have to take a thousand pills To find out where their headlights lead.Is it cold New York?Is it freezing in your bed?Because I caught a deep chillWhen I went over the Hudson again.It's alright, counting city lights,Where the Turnpike divides,Waving goodbye to my former life.I 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 again.Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for meAnd my only job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feet.Maybe home is just the place you can never escape:From the Camden City graves to the edge of the PalisadesIt's alright, counting city lights,Where the Turnpike divides,Waving goodbye to my former life.I 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 again.And 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 Turnpike.Buildings seem to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.You want to laugh and dance... to be free? Well, alright--I'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 dream: Walking in fresh city snow that you'd never seenAnd I'd never leave your side.
