كلمات Lead Paint & Salt Air

One, two, three One, two, three Down in Asbury Park In a sublet I'm renting I got a new job Where I'm out painting houses The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket At least there's fresh air here I watch families stroll 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 the evening Under the glow of the Paramount sign I watch the sky turn violet 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 the evening Under the glow of the Paramount sign I watch the sky turn violet with light On the fourth of July I've picked up smoking again 'Cause I like how it makes all the days go by fast Picked up smoking again 'Cause something's gonna 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 the evening Under the glow of the Paramount sign I watch the sky turn violet with light On the fourth of July