You never meant to hurt her You're just a New Jersey Turnpike worker And the next brew's due at 3 Who'll wake the weary steering wheels Moving up and down the highway I can feel it bubbling underneath And then the sun comes up Sun comes up over the neon end And it's just me again And don't the lost deserve soft landings Or guiding beacons So I've got reason Why don't you understand? Moonbeams gleam accusingly Through menus and murals And navigate into a night They send signals into an ether Desperate and searching for receivers Still existing to circle satellites And then the sun comes up Sun comes up over the neon end And it's just me again And don't the lost deserve soft landings Or at least to know just what they're seeking Can you pick up the phone? You were crying again at me But I am an island dividing streams In constant motion Of the tri-state region's workforce And the lost Where are they going? The Lombardi's the last stop south of the city And depending on your way Your first glimpse at escape Or your last chance to stay You never meant to hurt her You're just a New Jersey Turnpike worker And the next brew's due at 3 Who'll wake the weary steering wheels Moving up and down the highway