North Jersey Train

From a sleepy town
Map to the west
Got to make his way
Got to do his best

And so the ride begins

And out the window
To the right
Are countless rows
Of stars and stripes

So he knew what country he was in

And now the train
Is moving fast
Down the endless trail
Of broken glass

And things start to look worse

Across the parkways
Down to a crawl
And the spray can bullshit
Covers every wall

With misspelled hatred
And a curse

Every morning
It's always the same
From the window
Of that North Jersey Train

There's a factory
And around the back
Just a few feet
From the railroad track

Are somе dogs locked in a cage

And he would see
Thosе poor mutts run
Every time the train would come

It's the high spot of their day

Houses in east orange town
Some boarded up
And some burned down

Looks like they had a war

Across the river
Choked with debris
Through newer broad street
He can't see

Why this place is here at all

And tomorrow
It will all be the same
From the window
Of that North Jersey Train

Out on the wetlands
The weeds and the mud
Among the tires and the toxic sludge

Well the hands are getting wet

There's a Winnebago in the lake
What kind of person does it take?

And how did they get it there?

With a tear in his eye
And a pain in his heart
He looks to the sky
But then it all goes dark

The stars turn to dread
The Hudson river is now above his head

The sky left behind
And paranoid illusions fill his mind

But the end of the tunnel
He looks up again
New York City is swallowing him

But it seems too much to bear

He thinks
"Later when that sun goes down
I'm going back home to that sleepy town"

And the love that's waiting there

So tomorrow
He'll go through it all again
Every morning
Well it's always the same

All that sorrow
All the fear
And all the pain

That's out the window
Of that North Jersey Train

Through the window
Of the North Jersey Train