slow it down
feels like a pressure point
feels like a compass is tattooed to your head
to your necktie
to your shoes
slow it up
you're a good guy on the inside
speed it up
you want it all
lucky bastard
you always get what you want

dreaming of new jersey

lift your head up and face the traffic light
you got to know, you got to do your thing
you got to make it to the border honeypie
you stop in at the rest stop
you got to get something to eat
and while you're there it all comes back to you
the polaroid, the microfilm and the .38 sitting in the glovebox
you wonder why you haven't seen but three cops
all the way from los angeles to fort knox
you got to get out

you and me
new jersey

speeding down
like it?
like the speed?
feels like it's happening
feels like any minute now
did i ever tell you that i love you
did i ever tell you that i'll miss you
when the bullets start, run away
i'll meet you on the other side
i'll meet you on the other side of the tracks

dreaming of new jersey

while you and me
to new jersey
go

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar