I took my youth through a square mile town and wore it the fuck out.
It was an odd section of the Burbs with an escape route in every direction.
Taken by foot or bike,
a car if you had a friend who was on the same bullshit as you-
but the savior of that mind numbing town was dubbed The NJ Transit Train.
New York, Philly, South Jersey and anywhere in-between
flat.
The bus was always the last option.
Stopping at every other corner always cramped up time
and I simply didn’t have time for that,
usually because I was running
and I’d be damned if my parents ever found out.
The Raritan Valley line and I where bound to be together
and the small few who were always running away from that shit hole with me too.
A train ticket, my music and a pen,
is all I ever needed to travel on the locomotive and never look back.
I still do not understand why more members of our cramped quarters didn’t live by the tracks.
Staying still breeds disease in close quarters
and that is exactly what Suburbia did.
Keep it movin’ right on out of the Railroad town.
buzzin' 