“… this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you’re all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby. I’m running late
New Jersey in the morning is like a lunar landscape…
…sit tight, little mama, I’m coming around
I got three more hours, but I’m covering ground…
Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours
Sun’s just a red ball risin’ over them refinery towers
Radio is jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls calling long distance salvation
Hey, mister dj, won’t ya hear my last prayer?
Hey, ho, rock ‘n roll, deliver me from nowhere.”
Open All Night – from the Springsteen album Nebraska.