Well, here I am,
driving past the stadiums
about to take Walt Whitman
across the Delaware.

Hello, New Jersey.

You felt like home, I guess,
because you are,
but now, a couple decades in
and a few years spent away,
I feel like a foreigner.

Am I even from here?
Am I from anywhere at all?

‘Cause I’m dying to break away
from everywhere I’ve ever been,
and just start my life brand new.