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
Cabinets of Curiosity - In a Day Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Natalie Hornyak
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