Sitting in silence as we drive down the New Jersey Turnpike
Watching empty landscapes rush by
Beside the road there always seems to be construction
And I begin to wonder why
I begin to wonder why
Half finished bridges stand deserted on a Sunday
No one to tend to concrete
And suddenly I feel like we're driving through history
Something that's never quite complete
It's never quite complete
Concrete pillars standing tall
A temple deserted
With no one left around to pray
But we'll heed the silent call
Though our course be diverted
We could use a blessing today
As we run away
I grip your hand as we roll further from all our friends
A new life waiting now
Car full of animals that we just can't live without
We'll make it through somehow
We'll make it through somehow
New Jersey's ugly when you drive through it like we do
But we don't really care
'Cause like the overpasses that don't span the whole gap
We're suspended in air
Suspended in air
Concrete pillars standing tall
A temple deserted
With no one left around to pray
But we'll heed the silent call
Though our course be diverted
We could use a blessing today
As we run away
