Thursday - Turnpike Divides Lyrics

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