Turnpike Divides Thursday
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[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
It's alright, counting city lights
Where the turnpike divides
Waving goodbye to my former life
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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
[Pre-Chorus]
It's alright, counting city lights
Where the turnpike divides
Waving goodbye to my former life
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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