Song for Jersey

Nature is a mother, Liberty’s a lady
Winter is an old man, this world’s crazy
Johnny was a shoemaker, Benny had the Jets
Sandy was a hurricane, look at what she wrecked
Walking through the darkest night, searching for the light of day
If you want to take a left, make sure you’ve got the right of way
Watching fuzzy TV, working on a tune
Wrote one in at The Belvedere and played it at McLoone’s
If you miss your neighborhood, if you’re brokenhearted
Fill the world with greater good and leave your love unguarded
If you got a handgun in your glove compartment
Should I be calling shotgun or the police department?
You’ve got the right to bear arms, I’ve got the right to bare feet
I don’t want a pair of shoes, a pair of socks, a parakeet
Man, it was a gorgeous day, just a little windy
If I meet a gorgeous babe, can I call her Cindy?
Shoulda gone out sightseeing with my buddy Peter
Stayed inside my hotel like a weird nocturnal creature
Now I’ve got a little boy and all my songs are silly
If I have another son I might name him Philly
Darlene Love was great last night, God, I love Led Zeppelin
These are things I think about when life gets too depressing
Hope they change the gun law, God, I miss John Candy
If I have a little girl I won’t name her Sandy
Dear Lord I am meandering, I don’t know how to stop it
If you buy my compact disc, this song might be on it
I’m really digging Jersey, this is a song I wrote ya
Now I’m getting on a plane and going back to Nova Scotia