In a Day

In a day, how many strange things can settle around The same tiny apartment in northern New Jersey Can we blame the pollution, the constant sound Of the rumble of cars on the Garden State Parkway in a day It's business as usual in a way Can we even feign control over the sway Of our destinies, sway of catastrophe In a day, how many T-bones and head-on collisions Can count as near misses in northern New Jersey Can we blame the economy? Time's a commodity On the black market on the Garden State Parkway, in a day It's kind of how we all agreed to play Some moment we can't recall, an oath that we gave On our future graves, asphalt and pavement A harvest moon hangs over the shopping mall Overseeing the gardens of commerce we claim As our fortune and fame A Darjeeling monsoon pours onto the Parkway A deep crimson liquor pulls up through the pavement terrain And leaves a caffeinated stain In the rain, how much back and forth and Back and forth and back and forth our wiper blades flick and wick away The sweat pouring down our vehicle brows In a day, how many strange things can settle around In a day, can we blame the constant sound In a day, how many T-bones and head-on collisions In a day, how many near-death and near-living visions In a day, how many strange things can settle around The same tiny apartment in northern New Jersey in a day