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

But it rained hard in the garden state

And we shot up like weeds

Walking out of that red brick house

Yeah I could hear it screaming

"Please don't leave".

Like "hey, where you goin'?

Don't you want to talk about it

Before you walk away?"

Like "hey, where you goin'?

When there's still

So much left to say".

Hollywood's 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 its gonna be?

Saying "hey, where you goin'?

Don't you want to talk about it

Before you walk away"

Like "hey, where you goin'? (where you goin'?)

When there's still

So much left to say".

To each other

If we're broken

Rather be honest than unspoken

Words they can hurt but

What could be worse

Than that final curtain come down.

Like hey, where you goin'?

Don't you want to talk about it

Before you walk away

Like hey, where you goin'?

When there's still

So much left

Still so much left

Still so much left to say.