Turnpike Divides - Thursday

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 its 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