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