Can't we just move on   from the past we've settled on   years ago with all the nameless   days we gave and held and wasted?   Biting through our tongues,   held behind the lips we've hung   outside the windows as the cars passed   every sign saying "Last Exit Here?"      Another year gone by,   another chance we've thrown away   when we've made the same mistakes.   Another wasted night   of questions left to hang unanswered,   in diners full of sluts and vagrants.   Another boring day,   another Jersey night.      Its such a waste of time,   all the days we had and lost again   with the ones who never were our friends.   The time has passed away   in repetition of the boring   lives we've lived in eastern borders.   Another boring day   another Jersey night.      So blame it all on life,   that where we live makes who we are   and all the shit just makes it harder   to bring us back to life,   and motorways and shore disease   will never set our minds at ease.   So we'll take our time   and leave...   Another jersey night,   and we'll never get to sleep.