Spellbound through the pines, where the sun rarely shines ... Read between the lines, what’s yours and what is mine.

This ain’t just any old highway, this is the blues turnpike.

Today’s Tom Sawyer, tomorrow’s Moishe Kapoyer, so help me Rush.

So many ways to take that train ride.

Arise, and cross this land / Its whole length surveyed, its whole breadth spanned.

i.e., Jersey guy in LA, in Jersey.

It was brewing in my mind all day, but it ain’t happening tonight.

Why does the local go faster than the express? / That’s the question this particular day.

The scorching sun is causing me to move around / within the riverfront park in this trendy little town.

Every kid dreams of gettin’ out one day / And I’ve been dreamin’ of stealin’ away

So, you from Joisey? / …umm, what exit?

All roads lead to the shore points.

It’s a mellow song, a summer song, and it’s all I’ll ever need

Well I tried to sing the blues / But the blues been beaten to death ...

The desperate and pathetic / still try to make their stand / Wounded, killed, and resurrected / Forever and ever in Jughandleland.

Something that keeps me turning right when I need to go left / Down in Jughandleland.