From way up here Jersey looks like a gold mine
Glistening with a network of vibrant electric life
An expanse of glimmering possibilities
And from far above the clouds and the atmosphere
You can't see the traffic on the Parkway
Or feel the stress of the work week
You can't even smell the stench of the Turnpike
Because from up here Jersey looks like it could be
Vegas or New York or Houston or Mars
And everything is ok
The air is dry and filled with destiny and direction
And whichever way this cabin takes us
As long as we are moving forward
As long as the city lights so many miles below us
Are framed by this cabin window
Everythings going to be ok
Everythings going to be ok
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