Turnpike Divides - Thursday

There’s a thousand black cars

Driving around in my blood stream

I’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 chill

When 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-medicator

But it’s hard to sleep when you’re born to run

I’m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap

But all the roads are pointing home again

Holy cross has got a headstone

All picked out for me

And 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 Palisades

It’s alright, counting city lights

Where the turnpike divides

Waving goodbye to my former life

I don’t want to be a self-medicator

But it’s hard to sleep when you’re born to run

I’m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap

But all the roads are pointing home again

And I’ll be counting the city lights

Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by

And 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 sleep

And you’d wake me up just before you’d leave

And I’d fall back into a dream

Walking in fresh city snow that you’d never seen

And I’d never leave your side