new Jersey cross concrete

(hey, whats up guys? its me
Im playing pool with johnston gerald, in boston
And i, im coming home on sunday, i think
But maybe monday
Give a call if you like
And tell me whats been going on in the city)
I fell asleep on the road-trip
And a snowstorm made me cross concrete
Between highspeed, highway lanes and exit lane
And i woke up to a sign that says:
'for U-turn its the second right'
And the thought that i could die
Getting off my car
Trying to stop a crazy blind new jersey traffic jam,
The thought, it told me:
'hey David, you couldve called your parents.
You couldve sang a beautiful song with your sister.
You couldve been in the cabin last spring .
You couldve written something good eventually.
You couldve told someone you love, you did.'
And then by chance, i got back on the road
And i could start not thinking about anything that matters
Its like when i sent that letter
And forgot to write your name on it
And its like the pictures i took on tour
And never found the film
And back to the radio,
'back in my arms again' by the Supremes
And even now, even right now,
It doesnt feel like i could have said that
And even now, even right now,
It doesnt feel like i could have said that
And even now, even right now,
It doesnt feel like i could have said that
I couldnt...
And even now, even right now,
It doesnt feel like i could have said that