The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide And so we silhouette ourselves For these shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I will
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, fill up the allies Lovers intwine in the heat of the night And by dawn
What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith Left out behind your father?s car You said, ?there?s no one watching over
We walk alone Till the end of night It's suicide But we will overcome Another life Swinging in the breeze The southern trees And the strangest route
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
fame of the words alive in my city Stray from the herd I say what I learned painfully burned alive my city Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth, danger