Timeshares - New Jersey Turnpike Worker

You never meant to hurt her
You're just a New Jersey Turnpike worker
And the next brew's due at 3
Who'll wake the weary steering wheels
Moving up and down the highway
I can feel it bubbling underneath

And then the sun comes up
Sun comes up over the neon end
And it's just me again
And don't the lost deserve soft landings
Or guiding beacons
So I've got reason
Why don't you understand?

Moonbeams gleam accusingly
Through menus and murals
And navigate into a night
They send signals into an ether
Desperate and searching for receivers
Still existing to circle satellites

And then the sun comes up
Sun comes up over the neon end
And it's just me again
And don't the lost deserve soft landings
Or at least to know just what they're seeking
Can you pick up the phone?

You were crying again at me
But I am an island dividing streams
In constant motion
Of the tri-state region's workforce
And the lost
Where are they going?
The Lombardi's the last stop south of the city
And depending on your way
Your first glimpse at escape
Or your last chance to stay

You never meant to hurt her
You're just a New Jersey Turnpike worker
And the next brew's due at 3
Who'll wake the weary steering wheels
Moving up and down the highway

Written by:
Eric Bedell, Jonathan Hernandez, Maxwell Stern, Michael Natoli

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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