There was nothing sane and sound
About the night we closed the Idiot down
With boys from all the boroughs playing grab-a** between each round
But when we're bridge and tunnel, what do we do?
We stood on 14th St. and watched the sky get blue
And a Morris County girl told the story of her rose tattoo
Already wide awake
Already fighting sleep
Thirty blocks thinking about this girl from Kinnelon
All the way to Chambers St.
When she's on a 19-gram weekend
When you're 19 everything still makes sense
And a pretty girl is never long and hard on making carrying friends
But when you're out and on, what can I do?
I lie awake all night and watch the sky get blue
And clouds as soft as cotton or the skin under your rose tattoo
Wired sick with worry
Wired sick with want
Up the street and back thinking about this girl from Kinnelon
And wondering where she's breaking dawn
But when my head's still ringing from you
What can I do
When you don't call when you say you mean to
When I'm back in California writing songs about your rose tattoo
Wired all the way to north Jersey
Wired all the way from L.A.
Hit the interstate thinking about this girl from Kinnelon
And hoping everything is okay