Lead Paint & Salt Air (Live From Asbury Park)

This one is about Asbury Park

One, two, three, four

One, two, three

Asbury Park

In a sublet, I'm renting

I got a new job

I'm out painting houses

The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket

At least there's fresh air here

Rounded me by with their kids on vacation

Scrape decades of lead paint and salt air off porches

Alone with my thoughts

And a breeze off the ocean

And I smile for the first time this year

I walk alone

In the mist of evening

Under the glow of Paramount Sign

I watch the sky turn violent with light

On the fourth of July

I've been spending my nights in a dive off the boardwalk

A sad open mic

I've been playing these damn songs

They yell out for Springsteen, or Dylan, or Mitchell

But these, these are all that I've got

I walk alone

In the mist of evening

Under the glow of Paramount Sign

I watch the sky turn violent with light

On the fourth of July

Picked up smoking again

'Cause I like how it makes all the days go that fast

Picked up smoking again

Because somethings going to kill me some day

So why not that?

I'm smoking again

'Cause I like it

Why can't I just like it?

I'm smoking again

I walk alone

In the mist of evening

Under the glow of Paramount Sign

I watch the sky turn violent with light

On the fourth of July