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  1. Jersey Blue

From the recording Bungalows and Broken Hearts

Lyrics

It’s still dark when I get up, load my board in a pickup truck,
I’m at ‘Squan just past dawn to try my luck.
Good days it’s on the windy side. I wax it up before the tide,
paddle out and wait for the breaker to take me for a ride.
Down the shore the surfing’s free, on my board it’s just the wave and me,
and there’s no memory of you. Jersey blue.
We were in school when we met. Traded books for cigarettes.
You and me shared secrets we’d never forget.
Now you’re gone and I can’t blame you for those burning tears of shame.
Some words, once they’re heard, things can’t ever be same.
I’m headed by the inlet where I’ll cut ‘em back or catch some air,
or wipe out, I don’t care. What else can I do? Jersey blue.
From Sandy Hook down to the bay, I carve ‘em up every day.
When I’m at work I just want to get away.
I’ll take my board out back again to find just one moment when
I feel the pull of something that has no end.
Down the shore the surfing’s free, on my board it’s just the wave and me,
and there’s no memory of you. Jersey blue.
Down the shore the surfing’s free, on my board it’s just the wave and me,
and there’s no memory of you. Jersey blue.