We weren't meant to get out of Jersey
Two stops past the parkway and that old cemetery
We weren't born to grow in a hurry
But it rained hard in the Garden State, and we shot up like weeds
Walking out of the red brick house, yeah
I could hear it screaming, "Please don't leave!"
Like, hey, where you going?
Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away?
Like, hey, where you going?
When there's still so much left to say
Hollywood's a lot like the Bible
Both take faith, and if you want grace then you gotta believe
Holding on was always a battle
Even the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost don't always agree
There was always room for one of us, but not enough for three
So, who's it gonna be?
Saying, "Hey, where you going?
Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away?
Like, hey, where you going?
When there's still so much left to say to each other
If we're broken, rather be honest
Than unspoken words that can hurt but
What could be worse than that final curtain comin' down?"
Like, hey, where you going?
Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away?
Like, hey, where you going?
When there's still so much left
There's still so much left
Still so much left to say
