We weren't meant to get out of Jersey Two stops past the parkway and that old cemetery We weren't born to grow in a hurry It rained hard in the Garden State and we shot up like weeds Walking out of the red brick house, yeah, I could hear it screaming, please don't leave Like, hey, where you going? Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away? Like, hey, where you going? When there's still so much left to say Hollywood is a lot like the Bible Both take faith and if you want grace then you gotta believe Holding on was always a battle Even the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost don't always agree There was always room for one of us but not enough for three So who's it gonna be? Saying, hey, where you going? Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away? Like, hey, where you going? When there's still so much left to say to each other If we're broken, rather be honest than unspoken Words they can't know but what could be worse than that final curtain come down? Like, hey, where you going? Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away? Like, hey, where you going? When there's still so much left, still so much left, still so much left to say Like, hey, where you going? Don't you want to talk about it before you walk away?