Lead Paint & Salt Air (Live from Asbury Park)

This one is about Asbury Park
One, two, three, four
One, two, three

Asbury Park
In a sublet, I'm renting
I got a new job
I'm out painting houses
The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket
At least there's fresh air here
Rounded me by with their kids on vacation
Scrape decades of lead paint and salt air off porches
Alone with my thoughts
And a breeze off the ocean
And I smile for the first time this year

I walk alone
In the mist of evening
Under the glow of Paramount Sign
I watch the sky turn violent with light
On the fourth of July

I've been spending my nights in a dive off the boardwalk
A sad open mic
I've been playing these damn songs
They yell out for Springsteen, or Dylan, or Mitchell
But these, these are all that I've got

I walk alone
In the mist of evening
Under the glow of Paramount Sign
I watch the sky turn violent with light
On the fourth of July

Picked up smoking again
'Cause I like how it makes all the days go that fast
Picked up smoking again
Because somethings going to kill me some day
So why not that?
I'm smoking again
'Cause I like it
Why can't I just like it?
I'm smoking again

I walk alone
In the mist of evening
Under the glow of Paramount Sign
I watch the sky turn violent with light
On the fourth of July